How long will tears fall?

We weep, we mourn, we cry genuine, hot tears today.
Here amid the cold glass of corporate America,
Navigating the complex screens of the tech world,
Our hearts as Christian women are broken, shattered by the news.
We are left empty, longing desperately for the sweet comfort of the Holy Spirit.

Since we were little girls sitting in the pews,
Through the restless, searching years of college,
You were the constant blessing upon our TV screens.
Joni, your words in the Christian media world were so deeply anointed—
Powerful, inspiring, cutting through the noise.
You will be truly missed, for you were undeniably a messenger from God.

We simply have no words left to speak.
How many times did we watch the Holy Spirit use you right there on air?
How many times did you open your mouth and speak the very Words of God?
In a world and a media landscape with such a scarcity of genuine,
Pure, and God-fearing voices,
Your precious voice was never hard to find; it was a beacon in the dark.

The tears that fall right now burn with the sting of sudden loss,
But we know they will fall even harder at the appointed hour—
At the very moment when your programs are scheduled to air.
The timers and reminders are still set in our homes,
Calling us to gather, to listen, to receive.
Your voice, your wisdom, was always welcome in our atmospheres,
Carrying words of life, speaking the very language of heaven.

But today, the broadcast has shifted to the other side.
You have rested from your earthly service to the living God,
The Savior you so faithfully served with every gift and media talent He gave you.

And today Joni, you gloriously, victoriously defeated death and walked out of your earthly body and stood in the very presence of our Lord Jesus Christ.
You have fought the good fight of faith.
You have finished the race.
And now, there is laid up for you a glorious crown of righteousness,
Which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will lovingly place upon your head.

The message of God you brought to us does not fade with the screen;
It remains with us forever, woven into the fabric of our faith.
We will carry your precious, anointed words with us into eternity,
Holding them close until that glorious morning
When we will finally see you again.