My tears are not weakness\u2014they\u2019re worship.
\nThey\u2019re the kind of water that grows desert flowers,
\nThat quenches the thirst of a thousand men
\nWho\u2019ve wandered far from home.<\/p>\n
I cry alone in my bedroom when I\u2019ve got ten emails to read.
\nI cry alone in my bedroom
\nWhen God\u2019s kindness makes it hard to breathe.
\nWhen I wonder what heaven smells like\u2014
\nMaybe cedar, maybe lillies.<\/p>\n
He left the ninety-nine just to find me.
\nOf course I\u2019m a crybaby.
\nOf course my heart dances at the sound of His name.<\/p>\n
So no\u2014my tears are not weakness. They\u2019re holy. And I know a serious kind of love\u2014 No, I know the kind of love that tastes like If you drank my tears, My tears are not weakness\u2014they\u2019re worship. They\u2019re the kind of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":110405,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","_members_access_role":[],"_members_access_error":""},"categories":[238],"tags":[334],"couleur":[],"etiquette-darchives":[],"type-de-ressource":[],"class_list":["post-110382","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-magazine-en","tag-soeur-en"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nLike the Spirit who lives in me,
\nLike a breeze on a hot summer day,
\nLike the silent Lamb who was slaughtered so loudly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\nNot the DM<\/i> kind of love,
\nNot the struggle<\/i>\u00a0kind of love,
\nNot the kind that changes with moods or demands compromise.
\nNot the kind that collapses under pressure,
\nOr turns its back when I\u2019m bleeding.<\/p>\n
\nGood Friday hope and Easter Sunday joy
\nIn the same breath.
\nThe kind that picks up the pieces of your heart
\nOn a Tuesday morning,
\nAnd stitches you back to life
\nBy Thursday night.<\/p>\n
\nThey\u2019d taste like resurrection.
\nThey\u2019d taste like being known.
\nThey\u2019d taste like a soul waking up
\nTo the sound of a Shepherd who cries too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"