Iíve been told that the Lord catches
my tears in a bottle.
I wonder why He would do that.
Tears fall like rain, in torrents of pain,
From the souls of the lost and forsaken.
They raise their arms high and cannot deny
The mistakes that they have been making.
Their burdened back can not resist
The attack that persists
That Satan has heaped upon them.
Bitter, tormented tears for all of the years
And the sin that now they condemn
Dare they try to reach up to the Lord up above
And beg for His Peace and His Comfort?
Does His Word not bestow on All Creatures Below
His Merciful Grace ~~~ and a place of last resort?
The soul just a token, they lay prostrate and broken,
They pray to the Lord ~~~ and He hears!
Imagine the size of the bottle Jesus must throttle
As He gathers up all of those Cherished Tears.
Thou tellest my wanderings:
Put thou my tears into thy bottle:
Are they not in thy book?
Psalms 56: 8 KJV
How could you ever fear
That I would Not treasure
Your cherished tears?
Was not my Gethsemane prayer
Enough to prove my Love so rare?
Did I not plead and groan and cry
To have this awful cup pass my by?
Yet 'Twas the Fathers will I sought,
And through that Will,
Your soul was bought.
For it was for you ~~~ I paid the cost.
To save your soul ~~~ my life was lost.
I suffered brutality, hate, and thorns,
To save your soul ~~~ e'er you were born.
My Father heard my humble cry
"Forgive them, Lord, they know not why."
I rose again, so all would see,
How very much you mean to me.
So I have saved your cherished tears,
You have cried through all these years,
And when you join me I will dry
That final tear from your weary eye.
And walk with you on streets of Gold,
Just as the Book of Love foretold.
You Are Loved.
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