He sat writing,
Penning word after word again.
It seemed that every time I saw Him
Over and over in my dreams
He sat there, papers scattered
Around Him in reams.
I could not help but wonder
What words lay under
His pen.
What did He consider so
Important?
I sat copying
The Words of Abba into my journal
Combating my discouragement with His paternal
Promises of peace and hope
That say nothing is outside the scope
Of His watchful eye.
When I cry--
According to Psalm 56--
He makes a list;
Not one tear is missed.
He sat smiling.
Looking up from His writing, He turned to me,
Whispering, "Come here, my child, and see."
It was then I knew
What He found so
Important.
I stood crying
Viewing trillions of pages:
The record of tears over the ages,
The ledger of Adam and Moses and Sarah,
And everyone thereafter to this very era.
And not only the tears but every heartache
Found it's way on the page with a time and a date,
Proving Psalm 56:8.
He sat writing,
As I observed the proof of His faithfulness.
And when I turned to look into His eyes
I realized
He was marking down those tears, also.
Those tears that overflowed
As I thanked Him for love so unrestrained
That He could consider me and my pain
So Important.
"You've kept track of my every toss and turn through the sleepless nights, each tear entered in Your ledger, each ache written in Your book." (Psalm 56:8)
