The night may seem so dark,
no stars to light our way,
no song of meadowlark
to welcome forth the day.

The shadows of the past
may trod upon our peace,
and life is fleeing fast
as worries never cease.

But struggles of the moment
portend a better day,
 as praises heaven-sent
  will serve to show the way.

For You, 0 Lord are near,
Your tender touch we feel
just when we have the most to fear
Your love is what is real.

Janet Collins

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