Tears In A Bottle Poem by Randy McClave

The Lord kept track of all of my sorrows
From my yesterdays and also my tomorrow's,
Each one is written down in my book
Along with every note that the Lord ever took.

The Lord kept a record of my every sin
Starting from when my life first did begin,
And then when after I am dead
Each one of them will then be read.

I praise God for what he has promised
I am indeed not a doubting Thomas,
And if through unhappiness my soul does ever waddle
I will remember this, the Lord kept all of my tears in a bottle.

Randy L. McClave