Without warning, tears fall.
Held in check, profoundly spilling;
I, withholding, God bids willing.
Shedding with complete abandon.
What I tightly hold, denying
Frailty and sinfulness;
His course sets true my reckoning.
I will follow.
I will heed.
I will weep.
I will, Him, need.
For in all things, He's ever there,
Drying eyes and answering prayer.