Our world's most amazing babysitter and friend 'Zanna' sent me the words to a song that she knew I needed to hear.
She heard it on the radio in conjunction with a woman giving her testimony of the pain she went through when her husband died. The woman learned that tears are sometimes a gift from God.
It is hard to accept that my dad's death was a gift...I do know that it was God's plan and that He is using it for His purpose. And I know that all His plans are perfect and meant for my good. So, in that way, yes, tragedy can be a gift.
Thank you so much Rosanna.
He Washed My Eyes With Tears
Ira Stamphill
He washed my eyes with tears that I might see,
The broken heart I had was good for me,
He tore it all apart and looked inside,
He found it full of fear and foolish pride.
He swept away the things that made me blind,
And then I saw the clouds were silver lined,
And now I understand 'twas best for me,
He washed my eyes with tears that I might see.
He washed my eyes with tears that I might see,
The glory of himself revealed to me,
I did not know that He had wounded hands,
I saw the blood He spilt upon the sands.
I saw the marks of shame and wept and cried,
He was my substitute for me He died,
And now I'm glad He came so tenderly,
And washed my eyes with tears that I might see.
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