Why Cry You My Daughter

Why cry you my daughter
Why find you tired and fatigued
Why sensable with passion so dim and dreary
Why teared in sorrow, in grief, and in pain
I found you no faith in your heart so

Why cry you my daughter
Caressed is not your face
Crackled and shrew is your expression fouled so
I found forgiveness in your heart devoured by loss
Thirsty you are
Famished you have been
Delerious in barren scorcher it finds you in sheer death

Why cry you my daughter
I come in great haste
Rescued from devilish hands I have gone great lengths
I travel to an oasis the water is scarce
The light as mirrors casting no shadow
My hands they drench in blood
My feet they are mutilated in hellish form

Why cry you my daughter
Your father is here
I clothe you not in rag and cloth
But in silk and gems
Worry you will not for defeat rules no more
Barren lands flooded with living water
Scadling sun clouded forever in love
Tears fall not in great sorrow
They fall doused with joy

Why cry you my daughter
Eternity paves my stoned-covered roads
Time follows so by prudent step by step
Judged not are your actions
But forgiven is your heart
Be joyous my dear daughter
For celebration is so of great deliverence
Casted out by warriors fierce
Is wandered pitied soul of yours, oh has it woed

Why cry you my daughter
The Lord is your father
In times of perilous perversions do find your heart faith
In times of coerced confusion do find peace in me
In times of ailing animosity do find joy and love
In times of denouncing deceit do find truth in my words
In times of irritable irrationality do find order and my patience
In times of sentimental sorrows do believe, I am comfort
In times of barbaric blasphemy do find straightened paths in Holy Spirit he awaits you
In times of laveshing lust do appease me in praise not in flesh for it will destroy you
In times be you for any frustration find me your Lord
Your father
Your Guide
Your King
Why cry you my daughter
Cry I will for you.
 

By,
Roberto Joel Ibarra