He collects our tears in a jar
To one day be redeemed
He sees who we truly are
And loves us all the same.
He sees our struggles
He sees our pain
He heals, restores
His faithfulness remains.
He collects our tears in a jar
To one day be redeemed
He sees who we truly are
And loves us all the same.
He sees our struggles
He sees our pain
He heals, restores
His faithfulness remains.
It had to be done, You say
There was no other way
I was sick and in need of repair
Each piece taken apart
Examined and decided
The remedy would come through despair
I may not understand
I may not like it
But there’s purpose in the troubles I bear
The wounds inflicted
have reached their end
The nightmare had purpose
Before it began
The darkness there
I may not comprehend
But yesterday is gone
And will not come again.
It’s taken me captive
Been ruthless and cold
Gripping my heart
Unwilling to let go
I’ve pressed on despite it
Used it to grow
Gotten used to its presence
And welcomed it home
It’s had purpose, made gains
Inspired me to change
Been my friend, left me slain
My daily reminder, my pain
2 Corinthians 12: 8-10
8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.