The Tear Bottle

Oh Lord, all the tears,
I have wept, on my knees,
In prayer so deep, when I could not sleep.
All my tears you have kept.

All the bitter tears,
Of grief and sorrows.
Of pain and weakness,
And lost tomorrows.

There were times I could not cry.
I was trying too hard,
For others, to be so strong.
I didn't know why, but that was wrong.

I could not, did not, 
Dare to bare my soul, to heal, because,
The hurt was so deep, deeper still, 
An open, gaping wound, only God could heal.

When my tears again began to flow,
My heart began to glow.
I may have filled many a bottle with my tears.
But they are precious to God, He kept them all these years.

Rebecca Jones