Jesus Heard You Cry In The Night Poem by Royston Nella

I have heard the sobs and tears you shed
in your bed before the hours of morn
and reached down and caught each tear that fell
from your eyes before the light of dawn.

Then I turned each tear into a gem
that mirrored the rising suns bright rays
and formed them into a precious
diadem and sparkling crown of praise.

And holding them in My wounded hands
I gazed into each one and could see
your deep heart of love, the way you care
and how close you were following Me.

My dear, you're so precious to Me, and
as each tear rolls down your cheek I'll be there
to hold you safe in My strong embrace
and tenderly wipe it from your face.