Waiting on My Sunrise
4/18/13
It's dark and cruel, black and grim;
the night, it never dies.
Days and weeks and months go by
without a trace of light.
Familiar shadows lurk and creep;
they know me well by now.
I'm desperate to see a tint of green
at this eternal midnight hour.
Yet there is a promise I hold fast to;
it breathes peace and life.
Deep in this pit, hope flickers faintly
while I'm waiting on my sunrise.
And when it enters my midnight sky
painting every shade and hue,
Redemption, grace, freedom, and joy
will declare all things new.
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