Are those tears on Your face?
I can’t imagine why.
You think I’m mocking Your grace?
True, my thoughts aren’t often praise
But doing right—I try!
So why the tears on Your face?
A favorite thought, a treasured place,
A wishful sigh
Hardly mock Your grace.
True, I don’t pray as much these days,
But at least I haven’t told a lie.
Still there are tears on Your face.
Maybe I have a misplaced gaze?
Maybe a good thing set too high?
I guess that could mock Your grace.
It has been a while since I smiled at Your ways,
Since they made me so happy I could cry–
I’m guessing that explains the tears on Your face.
Truth is, I have raised other things to Your place,
Made them the sun of my sky,
And, yes, this does mock Your grace.
How could I forget Your kind embrace
That only Jesus’ blood could buy?
Now the tears run down my face
Because my sin mocks Your grace.
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