Psalms 42:7

A stoic person despises the shedding of tears, but a Christian is not forbidden to weep. Yet the soul may become silent from excessive grief, just as the quivering sheep may remain quiet beneath the scissors of the shearer.

Or, when the heart is at the verge of breaking beneath the waves of a trial, the sufferer may seek relief by crying out with a loud voice. But there is something even better.

They are His waves, whether they break over us, Hiding His face in smothering spray and foam; Or smooth and sparkling, spread a path before us, And to our haven bear us safely home.

They are His waves, whether for our sure comfort He walks across them, stilling all our fear; Or to our cry there comes no aid nor answer, And in the lonely silence none is near.