When a tear is wept by you, think not your Father does not behold; for, “Like as a father pities his children so the Lord pities them that fear Him.” Your sigh is able to move the heart of Jehovah; your whisper can incline His ear unto you; your prayer can stay His hands; your faith can move His arm. Oh! think not that God sits on high in an eternal slumber, taking no account of you. (Charles H. Spurgeon)
The Lord is like a father to his children,
tender and compassionate to those who fear him.
For he knows how weak we are;
he remembers we are only dust.
Child of God, He knows. He knows you are but dust. He knows when you weep with deep sorrow, and when you cry with quiet hurt. He beholds each tear, and in both joy-filled moments and profound heartache, He cares for you as the perfect father would. He cares as no earthly father ever has, or ever could.
Your weakness He answers with tenderness, and your dust-ness He tends with compassion. His tenderness is saturated with insight and foresight, and His compassion is rich and full.
Child of God, your sigh, your whisper, your prayer never, never goes unnoticed.