A woman's tears are special to Him,
Weeping may last a night,
But be still, my child.
I will go before you and fight.
You keep my tears in a bottle, Lord.
You know every star by name.
Your love for me you more than proved,
When Jesus died for my shame.
You back nothing from me,
Yet, hold back the gates of hell.
You are worth everything to me, Lord.
Worth ever tear that fell.
Rebecca Jones
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