Starry Skies and Teary Eyes

The early morning darkness

Hours before the dawn

Tears of joy I can’t explain

Or imagine ever being gone

They could soon be gone forever

If I understand this right

When every tear is wiped away

Where there is no more night

It’s hard to think that I won’t miss them

And the comfort they provide

Like a favorite childhood blanket

A place to be alone and hide

What will soon be over

So much I’ll be glad is finally gone

But starry skies and teary eyes

Seem destined to go on

It’s not that I am doubting

Honestly, I just don’t understand

These tears appear when you draw me near

And gently touch me with your hand

The wonder of all that’s waiting

For those of us who love the Lord

Can’t be anticipated or imagined

Yet with glorious robes of righteousness . . .

                     . . . we’re forever fore-adorned

When I look at your heavens, the work of your

fingers, what is man that you are mindful of

him, or the son of man that you care for him?

(Psalm 8:3-4)