There are spiritual teardrops we cry that no one knows about. These rains have the capacity to flood us. Yet the Bible tells us how God stores our tears in His bottle, and writes them in His book. When our teardrops fall they might demolish the earth where we stand but this doesn’t mean that God has forgotten about us. It’ll only summon His abounding grace.
This is more than poetry, it’s the reality of the one who walks with God. As you walk with Him, and trust Him, He is faithful to reach you where you lay. And capable enough to heal you as you pray.
Here is a poem I wrote to inspire hope in you. May it bless you with the courage to go on, and on. Have a look.
Tend My Tears
Tend my tears, as they polish the earth,
Mend my fears, as a Potter with dirt.
I’m hurt, my whilst is as a river’s rage,
Watch my way, when my feet engage.
I pray, that You uphold me when I fall,
And that You are near me when I bawl.
As I crawl, that You abide by me,
I pray You see, I pray You see!
I greed, on my pillow in the night,
When stars are silver and the moon is bright.
Hear my music when as birds I sing,
Observe me when my alms I bring!
My King, you are a Lion on a throne,
Be with me when I’m all alone.
Sail with me when the tides are turning,
Avail with me when the sea is churning.
Oh Jah, hear the music that I pray,
Hear this soundtrack that I bray.
My heart is heavy, but Your burden is light,
You will carry me through the heights I plight.
Tend my tears, as they demolish the earth,
I know l, I know, that You can play with dirt!
Written By: Orlando Rowe
The Psalmist says “ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” This Psalm tells of the faithful Presence of our Lord. Even in the storms He will follow you. When your teardrops fall at your feet, know that they are like spiritual nutrients that will help you grow. Keep holding on and never give up. Be Blessed!