Tears that I wish I could cry –
Fall into an empty bottle
Clasped in my Savior’s hand.
The tears fall quietly –
As if not to disturb;
But they also fall quickly –
As if each tear knew that
It must make room for the next.
Consumed with darkness
I let the teardrops fall,
And trust that my Father sees them.
He alone knows
The purpose for this darkness,
And He alone can shine His light.
So I wait, and I hope, and I trust…
Relying on Him to get through each day;
And knowing that although
My tears are filling His bottle,
My Father’s grace and love
Are filling my life
And He will display His glory
Through my tears.
“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” ~ Psalm 56:8 (NLT)