Psalm 56:8

You count the tears that I have wept,

And catch them as they land,

Each one is marked as precious as

You hold them in your hand.

It’s true that life will run its course,

And just as you have planned,

But sometimes that course seems too rough.

You always understand

That, though I fall, I’ll find a way

To rise again and stand.

And tears will mark the path sometimes,

Across the bitter land,

But in your love, you catch each one

And hold them in your hand.

Psalm 56:8
Record my misery; list my tears on your scroll — are they not in your record?