What heart has not wept
Over burden severe?
What eye has not shed
A sorrowful tear...
Hidden from all who
Might quickly dismiss,
Judging the weights
And voicing the fix?
What soul has not ached
With longing desire
To see a wrong righted,
To see hurt expire?

The weeping of My heart
On deaf ears, has fallen soft,
For My people do not hear,
They do not see.

Agape love has chilled and cooled.
If only they would hear and return to Me...
My wandering children,
Forgetting to love
As they move in their own will and way;
My stubborn children, hear My heart
As it weeps and looks for the day
When love would be embraced.


                                                           A.D.W.