There is a time I cry
Tears pour out a lake
Carrying me afloat
Where grief is humming its tune
Oh the Lord knows I cry
But He sets the pastures
That bound this lake
Green, green pastures of hope
Oh, I cry in slumber
The people, unaware
To cry, is to be strong
To cry, is to visit the bounded lake
bowendiaries 
You always send one down any number of different paths. Psalm 23 :2 comes to mind when you mention the green pastures and still waters; I like that. Then I am one of those who think is is no shame for anyone to cry, whether man or woman. WOW…:)
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Wow… *clapping* I don’t even know what to say. Very impressed. I can relate with what is been said here. This one of my favourites this year.
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Yhup.. It’s bounded alright.
Monitored in the lords presence.
It doesn’t flow into the open seas that others may judge and condemn..
That hope itself would turn out less…
But indeed bounded that The Lord may bless you out of it.
Not that he wants us to cry still… But his grace abounds where weakness seems overwhelming.
Where our humanity is bare and we become defenseless …
It surely does make sense to cry in the cupped hand of The Lord.
-The lord be our shepherded… Even when our tears fill up the valleys…still may we fear no evil.
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