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  • Writer's pictureEunice Wilkie

Bottled Tears

PSALM 56.8 ‘PUT MY TEARS INTO YOUR BOTTLE; ARE THEY NOT IN YOUR BOOK?'


He caught all my tears in His bottle,

Recorded their cause in His book,

No one else knows about that record,

No one else knows where to look.

 

So many tears in a lifetime,

Countless droplets have vanished away,

But He knows every one that has fallen,

And the reason they would not be stayed.

 

I wondered just why He had caught them,

Recorded the story they tell,

But He must have been close in the darkness,

To catch each of them as they fell.

 

I suppose that there might be in Heaven,

A bottle inscribed with my name,

Labelled and stored and tended,

Cared for, unbroken, unstained.

 

And by it there must be a stopper

That’s ready at last to go in,

On the day when my last tear has fallen

A day no more weeping will dim.

 

He has promised us sorrow will finish,

The falling of tears be no more,

The bottle will soon be completed

And added to Heaven’s great store.

 

I don’t think they’ll quite be forgotten,

(They were also marked in His book)

But we won’t remember about them,

We won’t know where to look.

 

I think that when we stand in Heaven,

He’s the only One that will know,

The number of tears in His storeroom

And the story they had to show. [Revelation 21.4]

 

PSALM 116.8 ‘FOR YOU HAVE DELIVERED … MY EYES FROM TEARS…’

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hmunro67
Nov 15, 2023

Lovely Eunice. Thanks for sharing.Helen M

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