Just one tear
Running down my cheek, Oh, little drop of tear, Would you do me a favour?! And take my fears with you too. Salt and sorrow, Filled with worries of tomorrow, Searing hot And reminding me of all that I am not.
My Lord, what do I do?! When worries overtake my vision, Blurring it with aqueous, Making me doubt my direction. Have I made the wrong choice?! Or have I made the wrong turn?! Have I wandered off into the wastelands?! Or have I soiled my soul way too much?!
Silently He sits by my side, Letting me let go, Of all that I was holding so tight, The fear, the pain, the hurt and the fright. I know I have done Him wrong, But He chooses to sit still, And asking me with no words, If I will continue to do His will?!
Many a tears, He must have witnessed And my silly ones Probably bear no importance. Nevertheless, My dear, He says, Each tear I store away, In a crystal jar, far far away.
Psalms 56:8 NLT You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.