‘Til Morning Comes

Sing little heart

Yes even when you’re hurting

Make breath an arrow

Let fly at Satan’s plot.

 

His plan despair

And faithless disconcerting

Hints at unworthy

Child, even when you’re not.

 

You have the voice

And faith and memories lifting

Calling to mind

Deliverance of the past.

 

Sing of God’s grace

And closeness in the moonlight

Sing of His love

‘Til morning comes at last.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

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