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….
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