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
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