Welled up in my eyes.
streamed down my cheeks.
i cried.
y am i so grieved??

"Though I speak, my grief is not relieved;
And if I remain silent, how am I eased?"

My eyes have grown dim with grief;
my whole frame is but a shadow

Because of my grief,
my skin hangs on my bones

(Job 16:6, Job 17:7, Ps 102:5)

no more mourning, crying, pain. You will wipe away e tears in my eyes. Jesus heals..