While here on earth, she grieved;
Not for herself, but those who would not believe.
Those who refused to accept His grace,
Loved ones she knew would never see His face.
And when she died, she cried;
Not for herself, but for those she left behind.
Those she had never reached for Him,
Loved ones she feared she'd never see again.
But now in Heaven, she sings;
Not for herself, but for the glory of her King.
For He has wiped away all her tears
And now her Savior holds her near.
©1991 J M McIntosh
Sing to the LORD, praise his name; proclaim his
salvation day after day. (Psalm 96:2)
