Back in February, I was in the Alabaster House at Bethel Church in Redding and noticed a picture someone had drawn with the caption “The Fruit of His Tears.” Honestly, the picture itself didn’t really move me, but that phrase gripped my heart and I started writing. I wrote this that day, but just ran across it in my journal just recently. Decided to tweak it just a bit and posted it here:
The Fruit of Heaven’s Tears
Through the years Your heart has waited
Ever longing for Your Bride
You’ve watched, You’ve waited, You’ve wept
Ever wooing her to Your side
Hear the unforced rhythms of grace
The harvest time is near
Joy will come in the morning,
The fruit of heaven’s tears
You’ve kept my tears in Your bottle
Each one precious in Your sight
Every moment I’ve allowed
Your heart to beat within mine
I hear the unforced rhythms of grace
And I’ll dance with You through the years
Until joy comes in the morning
The fruit of heaven’s tears
I’ll watch with You, I’ll wait with You
When Your tears flow, mine will too
I’ll love with You, I’ll learn from You
In You, I’ll live and breathe and move
I’ll dance to the beat of Your heart, Lord
Until Your longing is at last fulfilled
Every tribe, every tongue, every nation
Saved, set free and healed
So let Your kingdom come, Lord
Here right now on the earth
Joy will come in the morning
The fruit of heaven’s tears
Cindy Powell 