Tears fill up their ducts,
with deep sorrow they fall from
for His eyes see the sadness . . .
of the days still yet to come.

They well within their rims,
till they begin to overflow
for His eyes see the grief . . .
of what only He could know.

They trickle down His cheeks,
as they slowly start to run
for His eyes see the world . . .
without the love of His Son.

They flood from their brims,
and puddle onto the floor
for His eyes see the day . . .
this world will be no more.

Tears fall from up in heaven,
like a thunderous mighty rain
so many still live their lives . . .
in futileness and in vain.

God cries for the unsaved,
the lost, the unforgiven . . .
His tears reflect those who reject
what His Son has…