One day all our tears will be poured out of the bottle they’ve been stored in, poured like spring rain down an eternal drain and we will only sing and rejoice that all is made new and never weep again. Until that day we sing through our tears and give Jesus our fears, looking up to the hills for the day he appears. How lovely his feet as swiftly they come to proclaim our salvation and gather us home.
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Tears will be gone
