Love's Sea Of Bottled Tears Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

PowerOfLove and I are about at our wits-end
Her heart gave out a few times in the night again
Our great Physician miraculously revived
We'd be gone if it weren't for Him keeping us alive

Though we've grown weary of waiting for direction
As Daniel of old must have been, for prayer's correction
Heaven must be an awfully full bottle for our tears
Though tribulation's made us stronger with less fear

Those bottled up tears, from children lost
Even bottled up tears, from betrayal's cost
Too many tears, enumerable, to even count or number
Loads of tears, devastations, that trial's thunder

Each fallen tear of loneliness under hateful lies
Lots of tears of isolations from a marriage disguise
Then there are tears of horrid demonic attacks
Constant tears of grief, to Father-God, for all I lack

There are tears of victory and also some of joy
Horrid tears of shock from friends' ploys to destroy
How bout lost tears of frustrations and ones of grief
When so many could be lessening with God's gentle relief

All these tears are bottled and kept by Father God
What benefit could they be, beneath His given sod
'Twas over five years fighting immigration
With constant betrayals of deprivation
Always stoned by friends' subtle implications
Hardly consoled when rescued by God's intervention

Alas 'twas another big hurdle within transition's span
Finally, Heather and I 'know' that we're in God's hand
Like Pilgrim's Progress, the strangeness never quite ends
Pray for us, all of you, believers who're Heaven's friends
There's no comfort quite so grand as an empathetic heart
Isolated, hardly able to stand, to Christchurch we depart