Weeping Gods

There is a God who weeps softly in the sky, whose tears fall down like rain. Whose calls ring out like roaring thunder, whose anger cracks the earth. His anguish calls the seas to rise, His pain erupts from earth's own heart.

He weeps for the chance He gave us at life, for a God does not know what is living. In the blink of an eye, His world runs astray, before He has a chance to know life.

He built this world for His own sake. For what is God but alone? Yet never did He dare foresee His true and perfect image. That all of His humanity would wish for their own world.

There is a God who weeps softly in the sky. In His heart is the pain of His people. But God knows not what He has done. He walks among us, alone.

In the blink of an eye, He sheds His tears. Each blink, another lifetime.