One teardrop is a small amount
And two doesn't constitute much more
But never discount a single one
Just because the tears don't pour.

Each teardrop is counted carefully
Each one saved for a rainy day
That's why the oceans are salty
The rain has made it that way.

Our tears have created oceans
They've made the salty brine
So don't think one tear means nothing
The Lord collects each one He finds.

And when He's collected quite a few
He'll open the skies above
That's when we'll see our teardrops again
He's released them with so much love.

Our teardrops will nourish so many things
So be sure to let them flow
They'll fill the oceans and quench the thirst
So that all he created can grow.



© Chee Chee Martin  2007
Whisperings Of The Mind And Soul





 

 


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