In my dreams I follow you to a place of peace of green grass and blue seas As I sit by the blue lake the sweet smell uplifts me and with awe I wonder aloud �what could this place be� and you whisper on the silver wind; �It�s the lake of prayer, through your trials you cried out to me and with your deepest sorrow you�ve created a scent so sweet it was meant only for me� As your voice faded I thought on the many hard times and the many midnight tears that were bottled, more precious than gold, sweeter than any perfume it fills The Throne Room with a scent meant only for the Holy One. It astound me that you loved me so much you�d create a place for my tears. As I sit by the blue lake I smile as perfume slowly trickles from my eyes� You are Wonderful |
| Tears |