Tears

Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes its silent tears that roll down my cheeks, unwanted, but unable to be stopped.
Sometimes its chest-wracking sobs of sorrow and hurt.
Sometimes its a moistened eye, held in check by the situations surrounding me.
Sometimes its on my pillow, in the solitude of my home.
Sometimes its during prayer in church.

But when life hurts, I cry.
I can't always control when it is going to come, or how long it will stay, or how much pain it will bring.

But in that all, I know, God hears. He sees each tear that we cry. He holds them in a bottle.


Thou, O Jehovah, in Thy sovereign grace,
Hast saved my soul from death and woe appalling,
Dried all my tears, secured my feet from falling.
Lo, I shall live and walk before Thy face.
Hymn 228:5

Thou knowest all my woes,
O treasure Thou my tears;
Are they not in Thy book,
Where all my life appears?
My foes shall backward turn
When I appeal to Thee,
For this I surely know,
That God is still for me.
Hymn 103: 4

You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?
When I cry out to You,
Then my enemies will turn back;
This I know, because God is for me.
In God (I will praise His word),
In the LORD ( I will praise His word),
In God I have put my trust;
I will not be afraid.
What can man do to me?
Psalm 56:8-11



I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it's still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands
and praise the God who gives and takes away.

And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone
how can I carry on if I can't find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away

I lift my eyes onto the hills where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth

Casting Crowns, "I will praise You in this storm"