My tears have fallen for many whom I have loved. My tears have fallen for some who do not know me. My tears have been wept in silence when I had no words to speak. My tears have been cried at the Masters feet. In hours of temptation I have wept for myself and those who could not cry. Soon a day will come when I will no longer need to cry. I have grown aged and my sight has become dim. It is hard for me to kneel though my body is bent with age. Soon I will no longer weep for I will see a beautiful land. I will kneel one more time then I will be called to stand. Before my saviors throne I will hear well done. Welcome home my good and faithful son. In that moment I will shed one last tear, a tear of joy that will be wiped away with Gods own hand. Then I will cry no more because I will be home at last.