Blessed
are they that mourn,
whose
souls are abused and torn,
who
cry for the sin of others,
their
children, their spouses, their mothers.
They
weep for their own dark sin,
not
knowing just where to begin;
they
mourn for their own unbelief
that
causes them much pain and grief,
whose
unworthiness breaks their own heart
Blessed
are those ones who cry
for
the wickedness this world lets by
while
the righteous are fettered and gagged,
their
poor bodies then beaten and dragged.
These
ones have compassion for all,
even
those who steal, lie and maul;
they
mourn because mankind is lost,
full
aware of the eternal cost.
They'll
be soothed from the spirit of God
and
find comfort when in Heaven they trod.
These
sensitive souls will know love
from
a legion of angels above,
and
soft peace eternally gained,
no
more tears on their cheeks etched and stained.
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