There are mornings
When the night hasn’t washed off.
When last night’s complaints
Are still bitter in the mouth,
When my eyes are crusted
From the tears of ungodly hours,
When anxiety and fear
Have wrung out bile from my members,
When I have lain for hours
But found no rest.
The clouded dawn
Hides the beauty our hearts need
To face another day,
And keeps out the heat
Our souls need to defrost;
Yet it need not perpetuate,
Not every hour need be consigned
To this heavy gloom
That cloaks our every thought,
For the LORD Himself will be our light-
Break through our sadness LORD,
Shine on us again.
“Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.”
Psalm 90:14 ESV
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