Behind the clouds and golden light,
Beyond the stars that grace the night,
There dwells a heart so pure, so near—
The silent fall of God’s hidden tear.
Not every tear is seen or known,
Some fall where angels walk alone.
He hides His pain behind the skies,
Yet we can feel it when hope dies.
He weeps not for Himself but man,
For broken dreams and failing plans.
Each soul that strays, each vow unkept,
Are reasons why the Lord has wept.
His tears fall soft like morning dew,
On fields where mercy waits for you.
No trumpet sounds, no thunder roars,
Just grace that seeps through Heaven’s doors.
In every storm, in every loss,
In shadows cast beneath the cross,
His love still speaks through pain and years—
A song composed of hidden tears.
So when the world feels cold and far,
And you forget who you are—
Remember this: though Heaven cheers,
It also weeps with hidden tears.
©heavenecho
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