The Waking HourA Poem by GraceFor 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.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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