Categories: Tears
Sometimes I think God’s lost the bottle
In which He has been storing my tears
All the many, many tears
I have shed throughout the years.
When travelling through the tunnel
In the darkness of the night
I may feel it’s never-ending
For there’s no foreseeable light.
Yet the time will one day come
When the long, long tunnel will end
Then I shall see God waiting there
His arms open in welcome. Bottle in hand.
