God knows and feels the loneliness
that fills us with despair.
He sees each tear that streaks our face
and hears our every prayer.
He takes each tear that we have shed
and bottles them with care—
they are protected by the Lord,
for every tear is rare.
So, when we're crushed and lose all hope,
God truly is aware.
Although not seen, He is close by—
the Lord is not elsewhere.
God hears us calling out to Him
and offers us His hand—
He lifts us up when we are down
and feel we're in quicksand.
This poem was a finalist in the
January 2023 poetry contest