You Too Must Weep

Let me not live a life that's free

From the things that draw me close to Thee,

For how can I ever hope to heal

The wounds of others I do not feel?

If my eyes are dry and I never weep,

How do I know when the hurt is deep?

If my heart is cold and it never bleeds

How can I tell what my brother needs?

For when ears are deaf to the beggar's plea,

And we close our eyes and refuse to see,

And we steel our hearts and harden our mind,

And we count it a weakness whenever we're kind,

We are no longer following the Father's way

Or seeking His guidance from day to day.

For without crosses to carry and burdens to bear,

We dance through a life that is frothy and fair;

And chasing the rainbow we no longer desire

For roads that are rough and realms that are higher.

So spare me no heartache or sorrow, dear Lord,

For the heart that is hurt reaps the richest reward,

And God enters the heart that is broken with sorrow

As He opens the door to a brighter tomorrow...

For only through tears can we recognize

The suffering that lies in another's eyes.

By: Helen Steiner Rice

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