You save my tears in a bottle*,
They are important to You.
Even when I was unaware,
You’ve been present for my
Seasons of sorrow, days
Of tossing, wanderings.
I need no answer to “why” You
Don’t prevent small unkindness, nor
Wounds from cruel words, deceits,
Egregious acts, vicious betrayals.
I’m old enough in faith that such questions
Matter less than they once did; for I’m
Secure and certain about Who You Are,
And who I am “in Christ”.
It is sufficient to know I’m
Your beloved daughter—
No longer an outcast;
That for now, I see as through
A glass darkly—because Faith
Itself is an exquisite mystery.
Your love is sweeter than any
Earthly nectar…perhaps when
We meet at last You will pour
From that bottle of my tears, and
I will taste, discover the flavor sublime.
For the distillation will be complete:
All pain from the tears gone,
Only glory’s eternal joy remaining ~
Oh Father, that happy day.
©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.
*New Living Translation
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. Psalm 56:8
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