H-Balm
Lord, what's in that bottle You keep?
Your tears...when you weep,
I nestle you in the palm of My hand.
(See your name? It's carved right over here.)
And though your emotions seem to slip through my fingers,
not a drop is lost, not a single tear;
for every one is caught and kept,
no matter why or where you've wept;
soul-floods of anger, joy and pain...
I treasure all this priceless rain.
I can see that! My bottle's so full!
But WHY?
If other people notice,
they'll think You like me to cry!
...You have another bottle there...
What's in it? More tears?
(As if I didn't have enough already!)
Dear Child, let Me show you.
If we take this second bottle,
and mix its contents with those of yours,
we get a heavenly healing balm
that eases pain,
that helps you rest,
that soothes you,
that restores.
It has a fragrance full of love,
a formula divine.
You see,
that bottle holds your tears...this other one holds Mine.
*****************************************************************Becky Rhon****************
"Thou tellest my wanderings; put thou my tears into thy bottle; are they not in thy book?" (Psalm 56:8)
It's comforting to know that because Jesus became a man, He passed through the same kinds of things that make us cry. He understands our tears.
"For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses..." (Hebrews 4:15)
And Isaiah 53:3 tells us that He was "a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering."
In case you wondered, yes...I've felt like crying these last couple of days. I doubt Jesus had fibromyalgia, but He certainly knew what it was to feel physical pain...and also emotional pain. He understands my tears.
And if you want to cry, He'll understand yours.
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