The Story Behind This Song
There's a scripture that says God keeps your tears in a bottle. Every single one. He sees them. He catches them. He counts them.
But some seasons... Lord, I don't think Your bottle's big enough. Not enough buckets. Not enough oceans. For the tears I've cried through every storm. The nights are long and mercy feels far and the only thing holding you together is the faith that every drop still belongs to Him.
And then the shift. Maybe every tear was a seed. Planted for the day He'd set you free. If Heaven's counting what you've wept — then maybe joy is what's coming next. He turns the flood into holy rain. Waters grace through all the pain.
Every tear, every tear, every tear He knew.
Be the first one around the fire.