Joy Comes In The Morning
/Another long, cold, dark night
And my heart is unforgiving.
My eyes search the skies for light
As I pray without thanksgiving.
But, when the sun begins to rise
Relief comes with its warming.
I release my anger with a sigh,
As joy comes in the morning.
The night time howls with loneliness
As I pace my barren room.
My mind is torn by faithlessness
For I anticipate my doom.
Yet, as the sunrise ends the night,
I release fear and anger storming.
The night is host to pain and blight,
But joy comes in the morning.
As the sun begins its steady fall
And the sky begins to darken,
I hear a bleak familiar call
But I decide I will not harken.
For my soul is aching to explore
A new paradigm I feel forming;
That I have a choice in what I feel,
My joy isn't only for the morning.
By Linda Troxell
From: United States
Website: https://www.humblyseekingthelordblog.wordpress.com