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The Language of Teardrops

You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.

Psalm 56:8


There must be a special sound

That’s heard by Heavens throne

A delicate noted pitch

That comes from a tears sweet song.

For a cry is often the moans

That lift up through the clouds

I wonder if heard is a melody

That plays with teardrop sounds.

There’s no need to gather many words

For Hannah is where we see

The moving of the lips

But no words were in her plea.

Yet answer did the Lord

Her desperate and aching need

There must be a precious language

Of teardrops, yes indeed.

I wonder as each is caught

And bottled by the Lord

Each must be distinct

Even if they fall in hoards.

He sees as He sits on high

And I’m sure His heart does grieve

For valuable we are more

Than many sparrows that fall you see.

It must be a tear does speak

Of aching hearts that seep

For Father looks at once

Intently upon to see.

Holy Spirit quickly does run

To comfort the one in need

For there must be a precious language

Of teardrops, yes indeed…

May 16, 2017


Hannah was speaking in her heart; only her lips moved, and her voice was not heard. Therefore Eli took her to be a drunken woman.

1 Samuel 1:13

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows

Matthew 10:30-31

For those in a tearful season….He is El Roi…the God who Sees….