Are you tasting the midnight hour,

where darkness is closing in;

when it seems for just a moment,

that death would be a friend?

A moment that seems an eternity,

leaving no strength to try;

When the voice of Hope is silenced,

by your own heart's bleeding cry?

A moment when pain overwhelms you,

threatening the Faith that remained;

And, it seems you are forsaken,

as defeat now builds unrestrained?

Fear now begins to enshroud you,

clouding your mind even more;

Whispering new thoughts of confusion,

more chilling than ever before.

Convinced by your thoughts & feelings,

that Hope is ever gone;

You KNOW it's the midnight hour

and you're facing it alone.

BUT, somewhere from deep within you,

A precious thought is born;

"Weeping may endure for a season,

BUT ~ JOY cometh at morn".

It takes you past that moment,

when every hope seems spent;

Waters that seed of planted Faith,

For God's Word is Omnipotent !

God takes you past that moment,

the hour of greatest despair;

For He LIVES in every moment,

He will NEVER leave you there.

He knows when you are broken,

hurting too much to pray;

And, gathers you into His secret Place,

to brush all those tears away.

GOD'S in all the midnight hours,

and HE EVER shall be;

He'll take you past that moment,

to a PLACE OF VICTORY !

Mary Carter Mizrany

November 5, 1981

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