There is a bottle up in heaven.
Filled with my tears.
God’s aware of everything
We’ve been through.
And he knows the majority
Of the tears in that bottle.
Were cried over you.
So do me a favor,
When you get up there…
And ask him why.
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Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?... Psalm 56: 8
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