Before You Can Dry Another's Tears,
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 my 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 have no 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.
©Helen Steiner Rice

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