When I cry
God hears
And he wraps me
in his arms
When I cry
God hears
And through my
confusion
Bathes me in his
own tears
Holding the
frantic frayings
Of my mind
Gathering all
their edges
Scattered wastelands he is
Understanding
Measuring all their
weight
Comforting me
Through the inner oil that warms
When I cry
God hears
And soothed in his cradling passion
Love’s own hand
tears my heart apart
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