What if the angels caught each tear we cried
In crystal vials trimmed with silver and gold,
To lay at the feet of the One Who resides
In Heavenly places to bless and behold?
What if the tears that we shed were collected
And strewn in the sky to catch the Son’s rays;
His brilliant Light by each teardrop reflected
Painting a bow to remind and amaze?
The Sovereign Lord can change crying to laughter
And wipe every tear from our eyes;
Replacing our sorrows with joy-filled hereafters
And ashes with rainbows to color our lives.