Her Weeping Willow

She sits beneath the willow

her heart filled with sorrow.

Wondering if even the Father

has forsaken her for another.

At rope’s end she cries for mercy

tears roll to meet quivering lips.

With no concern for prying eyes,

to the comforter she clings.

Beneath the weeping willow

a gentle breeze blows.

Sorrow is replaced by eagerness to follow.

He loves her, that she knows.

Now the tears that flow

are not shed out of self pity,

but passion for those

who reject the Holy Trinity.

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