Tis the sorrow
that I know best
in which Love,
I did invest.

Upon a brow
filled with sweat
within a heart
that has seen regret.

Time nor space
hath no measure
to God's grace
and Loves treasure.

Rlentlessly watching,
an Angel takes notes
to give to our Father
to read what we wrote.

The book of life
is living in deed,
exposing the strife,
and revealing the creed.

No heart can burrow within the tallest mountain;
though eyes may be hidden,
but not from the reflection
of Heaven's grand fountain.

The pool of tears,
the face of shame,
The many Prayers
not gone in vain.

Tis the sorrow;
that I do know best,
in which Love.......
I did invest.