Lord, I’m sorry I have not kept trusting. All the while my Bible sat rusting.
I’ve only been away for two or three days, but I’ve seen Your hand in so many ways.
You’ve brought us extra money and boy, that’s sweeter that sugar, sweeter than honey!
You’ve shown us daily that You’ll always be here to catch that unsuspected escaping tear.
They flow so freely down my cheeks. How long will the pain last. Hopefully not weeks!
In a bottle you save all my gloom You place them carefully in that room.
You are truthful. You are kind. You always keep me sane in my mind.
You are generous. You are wise. So why does your faithfulness always surprise?
“Lord I believe, help my unbelief.” To be with You in your throne room I feel incredible relief.
Thank you Lord for forgiving me. For making me more into the woman I’m to be.
Psalm 56:8 “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”
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