My tears bear my words.

My tears bear my words.     My heart cries out “Lord God, the whole world hurts and is afraid!” I try to speak aloud, to send my prayers out to you, but my mouth can’t keep up. My eyes pour out my tears, my words are running down my face and are lying on the table where my head is held. Is there something I can do? Is there any way to stop the genocide that has begun again? I am one person, one being. I do not have a voice and with what action can I take. It is like my hands and arms are tied I do not have the ability to help anyone. Being strapped in the moment and the helplessness that consumes me. I do have the strongest of words, though they lay in a pool of fluid. Emotional fluid with language that is more diverse than any language a man has spoken. It is the language of love. It was given to us by God himself. In the garden, when God gave us breath. He is our Father in heaven, His life he offered, and with His life the unconditional way to forever. Love, fear, emotional tribulation. It is with those things, we pray and we forgive and conquer over the worst that is forced upon this earth. These words to me are like a whisper. I hear them because I need them, I hear them because I want them. These words, “Our only hope is in the Lord.” In my tears, in my thoughts and all of my prayers however quiet or loud they may be. Those words whisper true. They are my tears, it is what I hold on to, it is what I cling to for every person of every nation of the earth. Love, peace and kindness. God blessed the earth in the first days and He will bless it again in the last. My words will stream down my face until my last breath. God hears me, he has heard my heart and he has given me hope in what lies ahead. The Bible is our go to place. It is our refuge in these days of savage actions upon the young and the old. Hear his word as he has heard mine. God bless and in his Grace may you stay.