Thank you for drying my tears.

 Thank You for Drying My Tears

A Reflection on Psalm 56:8 and Revelation 21:4

Thank You for drying my tears—the ones I cried in the dark,

The silent sobs no one saw, the breaking of a fragile heart.

You did not turn away in silence, You did not leave me alone.

You gathered every fallen drop and claimed them as Your own.

You have taken account of my wanderings; put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book? (Psalm 56:8)

I wept—from grief, from shame, from fear,

From wounds that would not heal, from losses insincere.

But You bent close, You wiped my face,

You covered me with tender grace.

Thank You for drying my tears—not by erasing the pain,

But by promising that weeping will not remain.

For the night of crying may linger, but joy comes with the morn.

The same hands that dried my tears were for my healing torn.

Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)

So now, when sorrow threatens to flood again,

I remember the One who has been my friend.

He does not promise a life without tears,

But He promises to dry them through all the years.

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain.” (Revelation 21:4)

Thank You, Lord, for every tear collected,

For every wound You tenderly corrected.

My tears are safe with You; my heart is dry.

Thank You for drying them—and drawing me nigh.

Amen.