The Tears of a Beloved Daughter

Posted Feb 25, 2011 by Sisi Kong in General Hits: 6,635

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It grieved me to hear some sad news from a friend this week – her daughter’s poor health had further deteriorated. For a while we lamented together on the phone over the pain her daughter must be enduring, particularly since her daughter is also a young mother herself. As I heard her speak of her daughter’s struggle, it became clear to me that it was anguish for her to even contemplate her suffering. She was just as devastated, if not more so, by the news, and she was willing to do anything to calm her, relieve her fears and remove her grief.

This turned my heart to my own heavenly Father, who is not only aware of the trials and tribulations of this wicked world we live in, but He is grieved to see us experiencing any grief, for we are His precious children. The Bible tells me that even my tears are important to Him.

“You number my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your book?” – Psalm 56:8.

ComforterHe knows all that I go through, and He sent His Son to take on my nature and endure more anguish than I could even imagine.

“When we see Jesus, a Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief, working to save the lost, slighted, scorned, derided, driven from city to city till His mission was accomplished; when we behold Him in Gethsemane, sweating great drops of blood, and on the cross dying in agony, - when we see this, self will no longer clamor to be recognized”. - Desire of Ages p. 439.

Praise God, “the Father of mercies and God of all comfort...for as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ” - 2 Corinthians 1:3-5.


Sometimes I feel like I cry so much,

I could swim in the ocean of my tears.

Sometimes I feel like I’m so alone,

No one could understand my fears.


Sometimes my body aches from oppression

And my troubled heart throbs with pain.

Sometimes the storms of sorrow rage

Until I can no longer stand the strain.


But as the tears pour from my eyes,

You bottle them up in Your love.

As the heartache overwhelms me,

You send me strength from above.


You sent Your Son, a Man of Sorrows,

To become acquainted with my grief.

He came from You to give me life,

A life of abundant relief.


I am now blessed even when I mourn,

For I am comforted by You.

You give me rest when I am heavy laden

And good courage to push through.


Blessed be the God and Father

Of our Lord Jesus Christ,

For loving the world enough to give

Your only begotten Son, most highly priced.


Christ proceeded forth from Your bosom, Father,

To be a Brother to me.

Knowing I am part of Your family,

Your love I can finally see.