Unexplainable Tears

Sometimes you go to the altar, you kneel, then you cry and cry and cry. But you don't exactly know why.

I'm broken because I'm a sinner. Maybe I was crying, because I knew how broken I am and how much of a sinner I am. 

And I go on crying and crying and crying, hoping the tears that flow from my heart is a pleasing offering to the God who loves me so much, as to embrace me despite knowing all about me.