“My
Tears in His Bottle"
“You tell my
wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle. Are
they not in Your book?”
Psalm 56:8
Sometimes in
life our problems mount,
Reducing us to
tears;
Grief fills our
heart like a storm-tossed sea,
Blown here and
there by doubts and fears.
Like tiny
rivulets our tears flow down
Our face in
steady streams.
One minute we
feel like running away
And another to
simply stand and scream.
At first we try
to wipe them away
And act like all
is well,
But inwardly our
heart is breaking
More than any
human words can ever tell.
It’s during
those times of such agony of soul
That we need to
feel God’s touch—
We need to know
that someone cares
When our sorrows
have become too much.
How wonderful to
know that our Lord knows our needs
And is our
Faithful Friend.
He’s promised to
catch each tear that we shed
From the
beginning to the very end.
The Spirit, our
Comforter, quickly wings His way
To our side when
our teardrops flow,
He catches them
all in His Heavenly vial
In a way we can
never know.
Yes, into His
bottle go all of our tears
And are
transformed into liquid prayers;
The Heavenly
Father hears them and whispers to us,
“Fear not, My
child; cast on Me your every care.”
So tenderly He
draws us close to Himself
As He caresses
us with His love.
And then we know
that none of our tears have been lost—
For they’ve been
recorded in His Book of Love up above.
by Tom Smith
