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One…ten...twenty…thirty.
From the first day you were birthed,
You cried so many helpless times.
Each tear could never be numbered,
Impossible to keep count of their trails;
But God said 'I know ever hair on your head,'
He knows every tear that you shed.
The count of hairs is far easier to follow,
Than the amount of tears we each cry.
But He knows and He sees the pain and joy it brings.
One hundred…five hundred….nine hundred…
From one broken heart to another,
Each tear doubles in number by your tender soul.
You sometimes don't see the point in loving,
And would rather risk dying than hurting again.
But with each love lost you learn to mature,
You learn what it truly means to love another being.
With each tear you cry God strokes it gently away,
His arms embrace your shaking body with His grace.
'One thousand tears you have shed, but rest My Love.
For every single one of your tears are caught in My hand.
Stored and treasured in a golden chest in Heaven.
Where I can see, where I can count and touch.
For each of your tears are special to Me.
Daughter you were not made to be broken, but whole.
Come see these tears I hold to know just how much I love you so.'
The numbers will always count upward, for life promises trials.
Within the challenges we'll cry out in anger or sadness.
In the Glorious times we'll cry out with joy and dancing.
Tears will always be apart of who we are.
But as hundreds go to thousands and thousands to millions,
He catches each and every one, treasuring them up above.
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Don't Leave Me
Once again, I had hurt my true love. Once again, I have run from Him, disobeyed Him, left Him to Himself. The pain I had felt was so great...
One day, I came back to Him with ill intentions. It seemed like I was some business person instead of His Beloved; a masked sinner with everything to hide.
When He saw me coming to Him, He smiled the biggest, most welcoming smile and He ran over to me, just like He had done in the past. I stood there and bowed my head.
"Nelly!" He said so beautifully that the trees bent over to listen to more of His melodic voice.
My head remained bowed. I lifted my right hand and removed a ring; a ring that He
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Hands
My hands
are not very beautiful.
Chipped fingernails,
scars and scratches,
rashes,
cracked skin,
sometimes dirty,
sweaty,
or cold.
But you
can make my hands
beautiful hands.
Make them praying hands
that hold on to you.
Make them blessing hands
that pass on your love.
Make them helping hands
that lift the loads of others.
Make them working hands
that give all for you.
Let my hands
be your hands
and give glory to you.
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God in nature
In the Lightning
His Glory and Strength
In the Thunder
His Mighty voice
In the Rain
His Mercy reigns
In the Rainbow
His Promise to all
In the Sun
His Light
In the Wind
His Presence
In the Stars
His Angels
and In the clouds
His Love
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Me reading this poem
So the title came to mind last night during our Live show, we had guests on and one of the guys made a comment that God knows 'every hair on our head and all our tears.' or something along those lines and of course with a line/comment like that a poem was bound to be inspired. Thus here it is this morning.
Of course I know God knows every tear we cry but I never quite thought about it before. For someone like me with long hair it's amazing enough to know He knows every hair on my head. But the hairs on my head don't even come close to all the tears I've shed. So for Him to know the count of EACH and EVERY one is mind blowing. And that He treasures them.
It's amazing.
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Reminds me of Psalm 139.
Coincidentally, Psalm 139:13-16 is my favourite bible passage.
Coincidentally, Psalm 139:13-16 is my favourite bible passage.