In the deepest darkest night
When all alone in fear and fright
Helpless, hopeless, I will say;
There will come a better day.
In the wild and stormy seas
Dark clouds rolling over me
A still small voice, I hear it say;
There will come a better day.
Through the valley of my fears
Across the deserts strewn with tears,
In the silence I will say
There will come as better day.
I can never be alone
When I’m hiding far from home,
This hope will never turn away
there will come a better day
2 Comments:
Hi Geoff. Good to see you writing verse again. The street saint story touched my heart. We all have part of the image of God within us - sometimes we just don't know how to see it.
Janet McKinney
Thanks Janet.. thanks as always for stopping by.. and thanks for the encouragement.
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