Priceless treasure
Are your tears,
The loving Savior
Holds them dear.
Each one a jewel
That He collects,
Your sorrow, your pain,
He won’t neglect.
If shed in public
Or shed at night,
Your tears are precious
And holy in His sight.
Whether a storm’s deluge
Or sprinkles of pain,
Bring your tears like an
Offering to His name.
Your soul’s tears
Are like sacred, costly perfume.
He collects each one,
In His heart there is room.
No suffering so deep,
Nor sorrow so great,
No road so hard,
Nor burdened with weight.
But your Comforter is close,
And your Savior is there.
He comforts you dearly,
And shows you great care.
Your tears are priceless,
A treasure to Him.
Let Him hold you close,
Until your sorrow ends.
(For Mercedes and Kathie. June 12, 2023)