‘A Wounding Question’ in “Fragrance from the Spring”

A Wounding Question

Cascading waterfalls of tears in me dwell
And each little tear, I know very well
The tear it holds such pain or delight
And falling they frostily mist my eyesight

Each little tear is a cleanse made in Heaven
And pain, loss and grieving are lovingly given
For each wondrous tear in His bottle is caught
And He always sends joy after tears have been sought

Who else but the Lord knows all of our fears
All of our laughter and all of our tears
Nothing about us is ever unknown
He sends healing tears so new life will be sown

But although He hears us, directs us, leads us
Takes our hand and through turmoil or smiles shields us
Who throughout this glorious creation of His
Ever thinks …… WHO  CATCHES  THE  TEARS  THAT  HE  SHEDS?