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.
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. Psalms 56:8 NLT