In the midnight hour there are many questions,
the whys, hows and unexplained suggestions.
In the midnight hour there is much despair,
trying to find your own strength to once more even care.
In the midnight hour darkness can consume your thoughts,
and if not careful you will forget what these hours of past have taught.
With morning comes joy again,
like a sweet summer rain it begins.
Knowledge of the God I serve,
with Grace and Mercy that I have never deserved.
Peace that is unexplainable,
A God who is more than capable.
A new day, a new season
given my life hope and reason.
Author: Me
