Are you tasting the "midnight hour"
cumber'd by load of care . . .
fearing some dreadful outcome
too painful to even declare ~

Some trouble intruding upon you
turning your world upside down . . .
threatening to shatter your dreams
plans thought solid and sound ~

Faith shaken loose from its moorings
Hope anchored once with such care . . .
head swirling 'round with confusion
tell me, dear one, ARE YOU THERE ~

Don't wait another moment
run 'neath The Father's arm . . .
bathe in the Balm of His presence
where there's no fear nor alarm ~

THERE, where enemies are vanquish'd
THERE, where victory is sure . . .
His strength exchanged for weakness
THERE, with anointing so pure ~

Bask in the Sonlight of Jesus
ever transforming you and me . . .
THERE, where mercies unending
set every captive free ~

Taste Joy for the spirit of heaviness
THERE, don the garment of praise . . .
wait 'pon the Lord's clear direction
THERE is our Ancient of Days !

Mary Carter Mizrany
January 23, 2003
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