For the moments when the heart has more tears than words.

Some prayers arrive without a sound,
No perfect sentence to write them down.
Just a trembling breath, a tear on the face,
A heart asking quietly for strength and grace.

The Most High sees what the world may miss,
The hidden hurt beneath a practiced bliss.
He knows the weight that you never explain,
The nights you smile while carrying pain.

You do not have to dress your sorrow in words,
Or make your broken places sound rehearsed.
When all you can offer is simply to stay,
That quiet reaching is still a prayer you pray.

So let the tears fall; they do not mean defeat.
There is still a future beyond this grief.
The night may be long, but it will not always remain;
There can be healing beyond the rain.

And when your voice returns and your heart feels new,
May peace find the places that pain once moved through.
For even the prayers that never leave the heart
Are known in Heaven, every single part.

Scripture to carry

“Put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?” — Psalm 56:8 (KJV)