His Teardrops Still FallA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unheardsong
His Teardrops Still Fall
There Is No certain time for a friendly touch. There no certain time to share some laughter when into someone's life it will mean so much. Why do we wait for the right moment? For tomorrow has only been assumed as a matter of fact or taken for granted . That was never promised by God. You are equipped with the affection of love to enter into someone's life who feels lonely, forgotten or empty at heart . From promises I’ll come see you later or you can count on me, you know I love you so much ,but what is that without a gentle touch ? I dolt they clearly understood what that might have meant to the old lady in her rocking chair. Who has bore many lonely hours for many years has went by and cast shadows over her memories of better days gone by. Only the clicking of her wall clock does she hear longing for a knock at the door, missing friendly faces of those who comes by no more. The winds of time has swallowed her family and friends in there rush ,rush world of today. To them they said we love you so much now is in the ground and return to dust . We forgot we left them alone. Old age to them is a cruel joke when everyone they every loved is gone. Yet in all God has done he haven’t forgotten anyone for his teardrops fall for each one of his lonely children. Gods love has always been mixed with his teardrops as they still fall as he cries for you. © 2013 Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unheardsong |
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Added on February 20, 2013 Last Updated on February 20, 2013 AuthorRodney Ray Hatchell / UnheardsongLeesville, SCAboutHi To all my friends I am doing good everyday is a better day . Everyday I become stronger . I know and it is only because Gods hand is on me. I thank you'll for all your thoughts and prayer.. more..Writing
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