 
                                
                                  I lay in bed at night
                                
                                  Wondering about Jesus' tears
                                
                                  The pain of being forgotten
                                
                                  The sorrow of wondering if 
                                  anyone cares
                                
                                
                                  Knowing he gave his life for us
                                
                                  The agonizing pain he endured 
                                  and suffered
                                
                                  For his great unending love for 
                                  us
                                
                                  And his great love for his 
                                  father
                                
                                
                                  For his tears must flow
                                
                                  For the unforgiving nature of 
                                  man
                                
                                  And the sadness that swells up 
                                  in his heart
                                
                                  For those who seems not to care
                                
                                
                                  Sometimes if you listen
                                
                                  In the middle of the night
                                
                                  You may here the weeping of our 
                                  lord
                                
                                  His tears being shed for his 
                                  brothers and sisters
                                
                                
                                  I was not sure I heard him 
                                  weeping
                                
                                  As I laid there in the dark of 
                                  night
                                
                                  Until a tear fell on my face
                                
                                  And rolled down my cheek
                                
                                
                                  Than I knew for sure Jesus
                                
                                  Was feeling our sorrow and our 
                                  pain
                                
                                  And because of his great love 
                                  for us
                                
                                  He will always shed Jesus Tears
                                
                                  For all those he loves
                                
                                   
                                
                                  Donna J. Kramer
                                
                                This poem is used with permission from 
                                Donna and I thank you so very much.... Jimmy 
                                Do not take or use with out her permission.
                                 
                                 
 
                                
 
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