Consumed by Tears

So often it seems am I consumed by these many tears. Tears of sorrow, that my brothers do not seek the strength they would need to follow the calling for which they are unwilling to live and die. Sorrows for my sisters worlds away, yet so near in heart, as they suffer under oppressive hands. Sorrows for myself that no man may be found to lead this weak and foolish child. Unutterable sorrows for the masses who continue down that wide road through the open gates of hell. Sorrows so many to count, as the stars in the heavens. Yet tears of joy overwhelm as often. Joy of the eternity to come, when I may gaze into my Fathers eyes. Joy in the hope that I may one day share in the sufferings of so many great men before, to be counted alongside these fellow martyrs. Joy in the hope that I may yet find one who shares my heart, and may weep by my side. Joy that my Father may use this broken man to save the lost and awaken His sleeping bride, whose beauty has now so greatly faded with time. May my tears never cease lest the fires of my love and passion be extinguished by the many comforts which surround me.