Tears

The mourning clouds hung low beneath
A dull and somber sky
And, weeping, mixed their tears with yours
The day you said good-bye.

“It’s raining now,” somebody said,
And though it so appears,
With angels singing, “Welcome home,”
Some kissed you with their tears.

Know this: The Man of Sorrows feels
The crushing of your loss.
Lift up your head; the drops you feel
Are falling from the Cross.

MaryMartha - For my dear friend
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