Fluid Tongues
I ask the Lord to
speak in tongues
Yet all I pray are
tears…
Heartfelt messengers,
salty rivulets of worship
Flow down my cheeks
in streams…
Yet tears speak
volumes, don’t they just,
When mere words won’t
suffice…
They helped Mary wash
His feet before
She dried them with
her hair…
No words, had she, to
speak to Him,
Yet He heard all she
said…
Perhaps my ‘tongues’,
in fact, are tears
They are all
pronounced the same…
Women speak in tears,
after all, it’s a
Voice we are fluent
in from birth…
They’ve oft’ been my
second language in this
World, conveying
brokenness I could not articulate…
Now, as liquid
petitions, they’re prayed by the Spirit
Who knows me better
than I know myself …
So if ‘tongues’ never
make it past my lips,
In tears I will pray
on…
HLC 2/3/15
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