Bottle of Tears

Your bottle that holds my tears,
Must be overflowing by now;
In my desperation,
To You I humbly bow.

Jesus, You are power,
Jesus, You can heal;
So I cry in Jesus' name,
With this issue, please deal.

I've cried an ocean,
As I patiently wait;
I know you only give good,
So now I await his fate.

Will You heal his broken body?
Will You grant me joy and dry my tears?
Will You grant him peace and joy?
Will he be with us many years?

Lord, I've learned to trust in You,
But the hurt is still there;
I know Your love will win,
Because I know You really care.

Someday that bottle will be emptied,
And I will cry no more;
I will see Your glory and Your plan,
And my soul with joy will soar.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
 from whence cometh my help.

Psalm 121:1