There is a bottle up in heaven,

filling up with all your tears.

Drop by drop the Lord collects,

the full harvest of your fears.

There is not a tear that falls,

where He is not aware.

For He understands each drip,

and the cause of your despair.

When tears of unhappiness,

are followed up with grief.

He garners them in His vial,

and sends peace for your relief.

He knows the real reason,

as He gathers up your pain.

And all your hurtful tears,

to Him become like rain.

He reaps each tender trickle,

with His mercies from above.

Collects them in His bottle,

and caps them with His love.

Deborah Ann Belka  ©