Heaven's Tears

Men may travel all o'er the world
Seeing such horrors and sins
They had not even imagined
They will come home from sea, from air, from train
And startle others with their tales of woe
And gain glory and the foll of fame and praise
That shall soon be forgot with passing days
For never has a sadder story the world known
Then that of the Man who had such a heart
So full of love for His dying children
That he left His kingdom and came from afar
Becoming nothing, whence He was a Lord
Suffered heartache and hardships a many
For those He came to save mistreated Him
His own dear children whipped and beat Him
They mocked Him and spat upon His face
And yet in the midst of this ridicule
The Man submitted to a punishment
For something He had never done
Poured out His blood on a splintered tree
Not a noble death twas in their eyes
The Man's Father cursed Him in anger raging
For His beloved He had sacrificed His Son
To die nailed to a wooden cross of torture
Blood and sweat pierced the Man's brow
He looked up begging His Father to stay
But the One in the sky did not listen
The Man's sorrow and agony were so great
And yet He breathed His last breath gladly
To the end without scorn nor hate
For through this death He saved us all
And set us free from bondage as slaves
So that someday we might live in the royal palace
With irredescent waves of beauty so great
And glimmering golden streets to walk upon
Nothing but lovely laughter and magnificent nature
To reside in glorious fellowship with Him
For all of time, from eternity to forever
For this He gave His own life for ours
And yet wherever men may travel
All over the world, back again and twice
They will always come across many a people
Who do such grevious horrors and sins
These also, and every one of us the Man died to save
And yet they whip Him and beat Him
His own children mock and spit upon His face
Rather than gratefully take His gift of love
And Hope for a home in the celestial city
They spite and scorn and hate the Man
Who poured out His heart's blood
For His lost and dying children
Though He knew it was worth it all
For through His death we are saved
They break His heart for He sacrificed
Greater love has no man than this:
His own life for them to live
For all of time, from eternity to forever
So when rain falls it brings with it
The beautiful Man's tears falling down
Never has a sadder story the world known
Than the story of Heaven's tears.