Thankful tears are priceless,
For these come from the heart,
With words expressed by crying,
These God sees like fine art.
The canvas of all colors,
Brushed strokes like falling rain,
Like beauty of a rainbow,
It's mixture of the praise.
God gazes at the picture,
The treasure just like gold,
And hangs it up in heaven,
It's beauty He beholds.
Time spent down at the altar,
The weeping at His feet,
Is honored by the Father,
Our gift of love received.