You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your container. Aren't they in your book?
Even the tears nobody noticed — He kept every one.
You've moved through rooms certain no one really saw you. But there is One keeping a record so tender it includes the crying you did alone. Nothing about you has gone unwitnessed. You are not background. You are written down.
Psalm 56:8
Lonely
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