I remember a time when I used to pray for tears, just to let me know that my heart was still pumping, that I was still feeling and that I was alive. I was very emotional. It didn't take much to get me emotionally charged, but tears and fears don't quite go w/ street life. You must grow a tough skin and suck it up. Any sign of frailty will get you chewed up and spit out. I prayed out loud, not caring who heard me, but my tears were done in my quiet sacred place. Inside.
It was because of this that one of my daily prayers was "GOD please don't allow the coldness of the situation or the callousness of the people to harden my heart." Yet tears did not flow for many years, not even inside. Detachment and isolation, from anything that truly mattered or was near and dear to my heart, was a defense mechanism that I grew to know well. It truly served it's purpose, and I'm grateful for every sacrifice that was made.
To GOD be the glory!!
But today when I cry from a pliable humble usable heart...
I cry as my form of prayer...
because I remember the time
when I couldn't
and my prayers were all I had
and that's when it came to me that
Tears...
        ...are liquid prayers
HALLELUJAH!!!
"TO GOD BE THE GLORY"