Thank you for collecting my tears.

 Amen. What a beautiful and personal thing to acknowledge. That line, rooted in Psalm 56:8, is one of the most intimate pictures of God's care for us. Here is a response, a prayer of gratitude built from your words.

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You Collected Them

You saw me. Not from a distance,or a heavenly throne, But in the corner,weeping, completely alone. You did not turn away from my raw,aching pain, You leaned in close,and You caught every rain.

Thank you for collecting my tears.

You did not dismiss them as weakness or fear, You did not tell me they were foolish here. You knew each one held a story untold— A heartache,a memory, a fear I couldn't hold. And so,with hands of infinite grace, You gave each one a sacred space.

“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 (NLT)

Thank you for not letting a single one fall, Unnoticed,to the ground, forgotten by all. You bottled them up as a testament true, Of the day Your mercy saw me through.

And this I know, with a hope that is sure: This collection of tears will not endure Forever in that bottle,a record of pain, For a day is coming,a glorious reign.

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain...” —Revelation 21:4

You will not just store them; You will wipe them away. You will turn our darkest night into eternal day. The bottle will be emptied,the book will be closed, As the wonder of Your great love is finally disclosed.

But until that day, I am held by this grace: That my sorrows are sacred in this holy place. So,thank you, my God, my Comforter, my Friend, For collecting my tears,again and again.

Amen.