Morning is Breaking

In the dark of night,
when the tears fall unseen,
You gather every one.

Not a single tear is wasted or forgotten.
You catch them in Your bottle and keep them safe,
a reminder that You have seen every sorrow,
every ache, every silent cry no one else heard.

The tears are too many for me to count,
but You know every one by name.

You have watched each moment of grief,
each battle fought in secret,
each time my heart has felt overwhelmed by despair.

Yet even in the darkness,
Your promise remains true:

“weeping may endure for the night,
but joy comes in the morning.”

Your joy becomes my strength,
my light in the darkness,
my life when everything feels empty.

The pit tries to swallow me whole.
Despair tries to convince me there is no way out.
But You are the One who delivers me.

I call to You and You hear me.
I trust in You and You pull me from sorrow.

The night does not last forever.

The grief is only for a moment
compared to the mercy that is coming with the dawn.

Morning is breaking.
Hope is rising again.

The same God who held my tears through the night
will place joy in my heart again.

What tried to bury me will not overcome me,
for You are my rescuer,
my healer,
and my song in the morning light.