I heard today that you keep track
of the sleepless times I toss and turn
in a book.
I wonder at a God who is worthy
of all my trust
yet is compassionate enough to
add my worry up.
I heard today that you keep each
of my salty tears of sorrow
in a bottle.
I'm moved at a God who gives light
for all of life
yet is concerned enough to
measure my distress.
I heard today that you write down
my painful aches, body and heart
in your ledger.
I’m undone by a God who rescued me
from certain death
yet knows me well enough to
keep account of my hurting.
So I don't have to.