Tears in a Bottle

We never cry alone

Above this fretting sphere

Above this maddened din of strife

Someone beholds each tear

Within the mocking dark

Where demons of regret

Would rob us of strength to press on

One remains faithful yet

The anguish that we clench

Does not escape His will

He plants His comfort in despair

And whispers, peace, be still

From far off we have seen

Though not as yet received

But you have promised, not by sight

By faith we have believed

We never cry alone

Each teardrop that we weep

Falls where the One who loves us so

Cradles them in His keep

© Janet Martin

 

 Psalm 56:8
You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?

Do you ever feel like you pray and shed tears over the same pleas, again and again and again, yet do not receive? 

 "Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers. Ps.39:12

 

 These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. Heb. 11:13