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LIQUID PRAYERS


I'm often asked why
Tears fall from my eyes
When my prayers ascend to the throne;
It's so easy for me
To shed tears, don't you see;
That's the way I make my needs known.

For the tears that I shed
In the prayers that I've said
Have all been kept by Him
In a bottle rare;
He has placed them there
He has never forgotten them.

For every tear
Is a liquid prayer
That waters the seed that we sow.
Through the good times and bad
Whether happy or sad
The tears help our prayers to flow.

Feel a tug in your heart?
Then let the tears start
When you take to God all your cares.
He knows what you need;
He hears when you plead;
For tears are just liquid prayers.

Written by Joan Rowden Hart 12.17.01, based on Psalm 56:8, “Thou tellest my wanderings; put thou my tears into thy bottle; are they not in thy book?”   This poem was inspired by my dear friend, Betty Shanks of Farmington, Mo, who coined the phrase “liquid prayers” after I had preached a sermon on “Tears”.  Copyright Joan Hart 2003

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