God, who saw your yesterdays,
Sees all of your tomorrows.
He sees your pain and heartache,
And keeps track of all your sorrows.

God knows each hurting, lonely child,
He sees the soul that weeps.
The righteous tears He gathers,
God, in His bottle, keeps.
Not one will be forgotten,
Not one is overlooked.
The teardrops God has gathered
Are recorded in His book.

Each footstep is remembered
On the winding path we trod.
Each precious tear is treasured,
For they touch the heart of God.

Copyright^© Dorothy Schuler