September 25: Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me. Psalm 56:8-9

“I can but wonder if He knows the anguish of my soul, When tempests beat upon my head, and surging billows roll; I wonder if He hears at night my weary, longing sighs, I wonder if He sees the tears that tremble in mine eyes!... Ah! no, I will not wonder, I will silence every fear, I've read that "in His bottle He doth treasure up each tear," I know that He who heeds the smallest sparrow when it falls, Will surely, surely hearken when His own child feebly calls... Ah! no, I do not wonder, I am sure my Lord doth know About the many, many things that wound my poor heart so! Poems of Dawn, Pg 176