Motivation and Tears

Last light I wept for a weaker vessel,
  I wailed for a sister in the Lord.
Your love reaches out to her,
  Your mercy cries out to Your daughter.

You love us so, and one has forgotten,
  Letting pain get in the way.
Their prayer to You is done,
  From a vast distance.

This one prays to You,
  Yet seems to not listen.
Am I wrong in this?
  Do I see things as they are?

Then I wept for this one this morning.
  If this wretched soul weeps,
How much more the Son of Man?
  How much more our Lord?  

Let my motivations be kept in check,
  Solely by Your Spirit.
Let me have Your grace,
  And not my advantage.

I have strength, let me use it,
  For the benefit of another.
Let my strength be shown in tears,
  Gladly shed for Your own.

Let Your grace be sent
  To this 100th sheep.
Seek her and find her,
  Send me, Lord, send me!
Send her sisters, who love You,
  Send exhortation!

There’s no longer is an empty cross,
  Thorns have fallen to dust.
     Nails have turned to rust and are gone.
Yet You remain, in the flesh,
  The Son of Man sits at God’s right hand,
     Interceding.
Praise the Lord and His Father!