Based on Psalm 56:8
Lord, You say that You see all our tears.
They’re precious to You,
You treasure them.
Lord, do You see the tears I don’t cry?
The pain kept bottled up inside – captured –
As I smile and try to bring joy to others?
Do you keep the tears I don’t cry in Your bottle, too?
The silent, non-formed evidence of a hurting heart?
The unheard protest of resignation?
Surely, Lord, You know more about unshed tears than anyone.
~ Deborah S. Bodnar
~ Photo by Bauble And Bin on Unsplash
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