You’ve kept track of all my wandering and my weeping. You’ve stored my many tears in your bottle—not one will be lost. For they are all recorded in your book of remembrance. Psalm 56: 8 TPT
I used to dread and often sigh
At eyes that never would stay dry!
My friends would say, eyes rolled to sky,
“There she goes… she’s going to cry!”
What can you do with pair of eyes,
That lose control and by n’ by…
Spill their banks and flood the face
‘Til there is not a single trace,
Of sweet composure’s quiet grace,
Aw no, it all has been erased,
By puffy eyes and salty flows
And everyone says, “There she goes!”
“Yes,” they exclaim with sad dismay,
“She cannot help her wet display!”
But shall I tell you what I’ve learned,
And why these tears just won’t be spurned?
Inside this heart a “well” was placed
By sovereign hand of Love and Grace;
And filled with precious liquid gold
That flows whenever it is told…
By quiet Voice from inner place
To flood the heart and fill the face…
With TEARS! Ah yes, the world should know
That tears are not just born of woes;
Sometimes our tears mean softer things:
Sometimes our tears can laughter bring…
And, love! And, hope! And, tender word,
(I know it sounds a bit absurd…)
That salty mess is Sovereign gift,
To others touch, and spirits lift!
But, there it is, my story’s true,
And all this weepy-one can do…
Is be exactly who she is,
And if her tears do Kingdom’s biz?
Then, tears are HIS, for earthly race;
With drippy nose and puffy face!
So pass those tissues! Don’t be shy!
For Heaven smiles… on watery eyes.
Copyright Martha Gibbons, Broken Vessels Recovery Project, 2004
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