Let them see the tears that fall

For then, they see permissions call

To grieve in their own unique way

Your tears are footprints for some today.

 

Perhaps they fall in stair-stepped paths

To lead the way through sorrow’s map

And they’ll have courage when they see

Tears that hold sweet melodies.

 

For if the Christ whose power flows

Wept for man in sin-stained clothes

Who also wept for one He loved

Do you remember ole’ Lazarus?

 

Then let the tears fall as they may

For each attracts His loving gaze

And never would He put to shame

A heart He loves with tears like rain.