“The heart knoweth its own sorrow and there are times when, like David, it is comforting to think that our tears are put in a bottle and not one of them forgotten by the one who leads us in paths of sorrow.”
― Hannah Hurnard
(detail of an image of Christ—holy napkin or veil of Veronica, from a side altar reliquary /The Basilica St. Michael / Mondsee, Austria / Julie Cook / 2015)
Tears are falling like the rain
Tears of struggle and tears of pain
Filled with loneliness and despair
A cry for help now found in prayer
“Hear me please” is all that’s heard
As life and death’s fine lines are blurred
A knowing comfort, none more so true,
That I have shed my tears for you. . .
And He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.”
Revelation 21:4
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