Tis the tiniest thing that we've ever beheld
The delicate drop of a tear
But it holds deep within the power of God
And to Him it is something so dear

The droplet that falls appears crystal clear
And only the "Master" can see
The vast depth it contains of faith, hope and trust
Accomplishing its destiny

It can fall to the ground, on a sleeve, or a face
They are numbered and then safely kept
God then writes in a book the day they were shed
And the person for whom we have wept

The deep crystal river in heaven so pure
Is majestic, I'll have to agree
But your tears hold a beauty to me all their own
God's voice gently whispers to me

Attached to each one is the incense of prayer
And when it's time for my will to be done
I will soften their heart with the tears you have shed
For I've collected and stored everyone

Cheryl A. Mariano
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