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I am glad, Lord, for I wept today.
And I hid my tears inside my handkerchief.
Still my eyes were burning, and my head got hot
My heart was beating fast and I felt weak,
Solemn thoughts rose up from my mind,
And a note of thankfulness played its melody in my being.
Why? I do not know.
I know that drops of tears which I hid in my kerchief,
Have been a stepping stone for me to thee,
Lord, I cry make me weep,
And give me tears to flow;
Thy loving touch transforms my grief
Into joy, and peace, and I weep in love -
I am glad, Lord, for I wept today.
by an
Indian Christian
