Put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?
This I know, that God is for me.
I think of my friend’s tears,
A stream welling from deep within.
Tears captured in a bottle,
Tears and tossings recorded in a book.
God sees them, holds them, records them, carries them.
The God who is for me.
The God who delivers my feet from stumbling
That I may walk before God
In the light of life.
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