for mine.

she looks out the window,
as one escapes down her cheek
tracing it's path unnoticed
turning away, she prays
"hold them close,
hold them dear,
let them know you are near.
be their strength,
be their guide,
keep them by your side.
never stop knocking on their door,
never let this prayer become my chore.
bring in peace,
a calm assurance,
let them feel,
make it real.
bring back love,
make yours known,
once again, let your glory be shown."
the pane is wet, inside and out
as His tears mix with hers,
and the real pain is finally seen about.
but His promise says that
grace will stand,
hope will have a place to land.