Hope

When the deepest blue of your midnight
Surrounds you
When the golden hue of your daylight
Is hid from view
When the ruby rose of the sunrise
And the day
Seem like a sweet paradise
So far away
When the cold muddy rivers
Of life rage on
Glory hallelujah,
Then comes the dawn

Father of infinite compassion
Ever new
You brush the midnight curtain
With morning dew
And as the howling demons bow
In their death
You transform the heavens now
With golden breath
No night lasts forever
So press on
Hope is a glorious garment……
The dawn

Hope melts the shadows wherein
You hid
Hope forgets the failures and sin
You did
Hope reminds you in your midnight
Jesus saves
Hope shouts with the morning light
He lives
Hope, you’re a glorious garment
Shine on
Hope, you are new every morning…..
The dawn

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-Janet Martin-

...weeping may remain for a night
but rejoicing comes in the morning. Ps.30:5