The Waking Hour

The Waking Hour

A Poem by Grace
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For myself and I am sure many others, the midnight hour is when thoughts, ideas, and decisions arise. It is so wonderful to know that God cares about everything that enters our lives.

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When heights the cry? The midnight hour;

When thoughts and whims do seed.

Then it is that he does cower;

Every man’s dream does plead.

But in the midst of bitter cry,

His battling now at bay.

With God’s dear presence brings a sigh;

Assured it’s all okay.

© 2014 Grace


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I'm sure if we were able to share a few moments at God's side, we would find a peace we never knew existed. By the way, as I write this, it is now midnight. Nice writing Grace.

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Added on December 19, 2014
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