Why Do You Cry When You Pray?

My tears are the language that heaven understands, I feel. I repeatedly lose control of the heaviness of my heart, I see. It's the relief that makes it make sense.

It's the fire that didn’t burn.

It's the thorns and spears that didn’t hurt.

And always the voice that kept on calling.

Destructing me from the storms that left me standing,

When everyone was on the ground crawling.

My tears are the language that heaven understands, I feel.

I repeatedly lose control of the heaviness of my heart, I see.

It's the relief that makes it make sense.

It's the power and strength in his defense

That makes the devil make no offense.

My tears summon his ears close to my vocals.

He reads my heart like one of his favorite novels.

With my broken voice, he hears a melody.

That turns my vulnerability into a remedy.

My tears make up an ocean that leads my wishes to his bowl of attention.

Which always makes it easy when I need an urgent resurrection.

When I pray, I don't just cry but break down.

Shaming the devils and begging for forgiveness—crown.

Possibly the only time my true self is truly defined,

The complete absence of ego and pride combined.