Tears in a Bottle

God loves and cares, He sees our tears, And knows the number of our hairs. When tears like dewdrops flow and fall His mythic mug collects them all. Be they the tears that babies cry, Or those we shed when loved ones die. God sees our tears and knows the cause, He stores them in His virtual vase. God understands the speech of tears, He hears our hearts and clasps our cares. Things that offend and cause us pain, He wants to work out for our gain. When our tears, like a fountain flow, A river gushing from our woe. God’s vessel vast, the drops retain, He stores them up like sheaves of grain. If you feel burdened with life’s cares, And fed with bread and drink of tears. “Cheer up my child,” says God on high, “soon, I’ll wipe away tears from your eyes.”