Father,
This morning I rise
The clock I despise!!
Your heart I seek
But my flesh is weak.
I find I'm walking through a dark valley
The trials and afflictions I tally.
However, this suffering is my duty
For out of ashes is beauty.
My soul aches,
My heart breaks.
The nightmares are real
The enemy came to steal.
The darkness closes in
But alas! I will not sin!
My God is jealous for me
Through Him the darkness flees.
My heart will be made whole.
Hallelujah, there is rest for my soul.
Lots of Love,
Katherine E Morrical
