do you hear the sound of my broken heart
do you taste the salt of my tears
do you feel the groan of my grief
do you see the emptiness of my arms
do you touch the depths of my despair
do you taste the salt of my tears
do you feel the groan of my grief
do you see the emptiness of my arms
do you touch the depths of my despair
this pain is mine
but more than mine
it is a mother heart pain
the pain of all mothers missing their sons
not knowing
aching
yearning
drowning
in the winter of their lives
some needing to ask forgiveness
some needing to receive forgiveness
sons who are lost
sons who are missing
sons given away
sons stolen, gripped by darkness
can you hear me
do you not know of this wrenching ache in my spirit
am I to sorrow alone
how long is my song to be sung in a minor key
this is my lament Lord
hear my cries
heal the land of my sick heart
and yet
I
choose
to
worship
you
and in my choosing
I now understand it is not even my cry
it is yours
WHERE ARE MY SONS?
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