how many leaves upon a tree
or petals in a bride’s bouquet?
how many stars hang in the sky,
or grains of sand on oceans lay?
who can count them? who would try
to capture twinkles from an eye,
or a baby’s smile retain?
could you do it? nor could I.
but I know of One on high who
collects each tear that’s shed –
One who knows when sparrows die,
and every hair upon your head –
One who cares to give and love,
who weeps when you are hurting –
One who longs to take your pain
and give life everlasting.