Mourning Sorrows Glory

Tears from Heaven fall like pennies from A tree.
Sorrow has no place there.
My daddy is now free.

Pain is no more, not for the ones up there
As for me and my house
Like a river it flows without reserve

Clouds well up in my heart
holding tears of rain
Produced by mournful sorrows and tormented pain

Upon the wailing wall I pray
Spirit of God please come
Comfort us this hour

In great need we are
Of your heavenly presence
Send us your word.

Let us hold on to you
Keep us snuggled close
Please wrap us in your arms of mercy

Heal the broken in heart
Cover us in your feathers
Let us not forget praise be to your name


By: Bernice Bowling