I’m crying over spilled milk
And told, “It’s useless. Stop.”
But I will weep for all who bilk
The harvest from the crop.
So if you ask me why I weep,
I’m crying o’er spilled milk–
The basic truths so rich and deep,
Rare treasures like fine silk,
That matter not to present ilk
Who think Jesus a dud.
I’m crying over spilled milk:
For us Christ spilled His blood.