Beautiful Cherub

A Cherub crossed my path one night.
She was a beautiful darling,
With hair of gold and her eyes so light.
Unfortunately she was crying...

“Angel?” Said I.
“Why doth thou cry?”
The Cherub looked down and sniffled bravely.
“My dearest; I cry not.” She said lovingly.
I shook my head, “Angel, why doth thou cry?”
She floated to eye level and stared at I.
“My dearest; I told you, I cry not.” Said she.
I pondered what to say next as she watched me.
“Beautiful creature, your tears are frozen to thine cheeks.
“Angel, tell me; why doth thou cry? Thine tears, I see.”
I finish my sentence and she studied me long,
Then she opened her mouth to sing her song…
“My dearest; I cry for thy sins, in hope God will heal.
“My dearest, I cry for thine self, in hope God will feel.
“My dearest, worry not of thine tears.
“My dearest, remember thee for all years…”