You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
Psalm 56:8
When life is hard
when sleep will not stay
I will trust You, Lord
and not wander astray
I toss and turn
for morning I pray
in my anxious time
with You I will stay
Every flip from side to side
every troubled thought I fear
every prayer with tears
I am confident You hear
Precious are the tears I weep
You are the Keeper of my sorrow
bottled in Your loving hand
kept close to show to me tomorrow
My journal covers joy and pain
but You keep a much better book
and in eternal safety one day
You will let me take a look
Written there by Author’s hands
are the words, the story of my days
We’ll laugh and smile and understand
together it will make sense always
So count my tossings, Lord.
Bottle up those tears.
Write our book together.
I will trust You amidst these fears.
God is for me.
God is with me too.
Nothing happens You do not control.
So I will always trust in You!