I am weeping tears of sadness, for the child I used to be,
Comprehending hurtful lessons we were never meant to see.
Blindly learning rules of living, probing in the dark for truth,
Wondering of the proper methods, fearful of wasting youth.
I am weeping tears of wonder, for the journey marriage brings,
It uncovers missing pieces, survival instincts, buried things.
Gently drawing into daylight, all the painful parts of past,
And embracing each new item with a love that's sure to last.
I am weeping tears of pain, for the people I have hurt,
Blindly bumping into objects, passing on the wounds from birth.
Why should they be made to suffer, innocent, exposed at first,
Entrusted to people living on this scarred and broken earth.
I am weeping tears of joy, for the Father that I've found,
Who reached down from heights of heaven and connected with the ground.
Sent his Son to learn the pains of separation from another,
Learning how to build the paths that reconnect us to each other.
I am weeping tears all mixed up: happy, sad, all intertwined,
For all the stories being lived out, on this stage at the same time.
Each one affecting others: different levels, different lives,
As we stumble towards the finish, each one yearning to arrive.
I am weeping tears of awe and wonder for the Masters Hand,
That conducts this symphony of lives, this rag-a-muffin band.
Of course He controls galaxies, of this I have no doubt,
But to think He has our own lives planned, all details pre-worked out,
Causes me to lose composure,
Dams to burst,
I am weeping for each one of us,