Your Tear Has Long-since Fallen

Your chaos is His chaos,

It takes new ownership;

So seek the help of His grace

When you make a faulty slip.

Your prayer, He prayed a thousand times

To a Father you both share;

But shaking fist at Heaven,

Was a feat He wouldn't dare.

Your trouble is His trouble,

It isn't hard to see;

That's why He took it on Him

In Gethsemane.

Your tear has long-since fallen

Off the Master's gentle cheek;

So in your darkest hour

He will lift you, when you're weak.

Your passion is His passion,

And all the joy you feel;

He also shares it with you

With a love that is so real.

Your heartache is His heartache

When death takes its great toll;

That's why, outside the garden tomb,

The door-stone did He roll.

Your everything, of course, is His.

He placed you here with thought;

So one day, when you see Him,

Your price, by Him, was bought.

-Cale Kenneth Montoya (03-25-23)