I felt a tear of frustration
Welling up in my eye,I couldn’t get anything done
No matter how I’d try,
Then all my frustrations spilled out,
But in each tear I cried
I noticed a bouquet of blooms
Was nestled deep inside.
I could not fathom what it meant,
Each drop contained such bliss,
As if God somehow understood
That something was amiss.
I felt His love fill up my heart.
I wiped my tear streaked face,
Collecting each bright tear bouquet
He’d sent as His embrace.
Psalm 46:1
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
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