Tear Bottle

You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?
Ps 56:8 NASB
http://bible.com/100/psa.56.8.NASB

When the tears fall
And they hit the ground
And I see them go to waste

And the salt leaves
And I'm tasteless and free
And bland and willed
And alone.

And as I see them hit the ground
I see Your loving arm go round
And You pick the little tears
And You store them in a bottle

And look at my despair
And You see me cursing You
And You laugh Your merry laugh and say
I see you.

I've kept your tears in a bottle
They never hit the ground
I've been saving the salt
For the wars of tomorrow

And I've harvested the oil
And I've drawn you close to me
And my bosom is full
My fullness and yours