Midnight…Morning

It can be tough in the midnight hours to shed the identity you have had to hold to step into Godʼs promise of the morning. I heard someone say once the early hours of morning can still look like the night. As we keep our eyes on Him, He will bring you into the beauty of a new tomorrow effortlessly. Be blessed His Beauties! -

H.C. Daniels

A fog in the distance reigns amidst the integrity of a promise

Worry, fear and doubt cycle unable to halt progress

He will guide me with His righteous, right hand

Through it all, my heart answering His call

A long road ahead decreasing vision forecasting dreams

Visions of a bright future, grace abounding through the struggle

Natural eyes detect a sight unspoken ahead

His Word calms feelings, step forward daughter of Zion

You will not fall, my heart answers His call

Is it midnight still, or morning

Dusk or dawn, they appear the same

Bracing for taunts of imagined rest in the shame

They simply appear no more, giants dissipated 

His love so good, my fears overrated 

Heavens embrace, Love walks with me, keep your eyes up

Lean on Him as He fills my cup

Shadows hint the suggestion of a new day

The Potter ensuring trustʼs reveal, molding clay 

Prepared for battle, but the dust has settled

My position is praise, adoring the Savior

Delivering me into garments made clean

White as snow, His Word is more than enough

Vision written through pain, 

Hopeʼs lens making Your purpose plain

I surrender for I know,

His promises never fail me

Midnight becomes morning, trusting His might

He leads me gently through the night

Calming at a found hope, relieving fight or flight

A coolness in the breeze of tomorrow,

Leaping forward into what I never knew

But I know Him, and so I know a profound Joy

Simple and complex, a mystery of His beauty

Captured and experienced as I cling to Him

Jesus You are my deepest longing,

Transforming through the journey,

As we embark, untraveled morning

Intimacy with You illuminates the path,

I hold Your hand tightly

Resting in Your arms is my greatest delight,

 in the morning emerging from the night.

Keeping my eyes on You, I give You my all

My heart will always answer Your call…

In the midnight…morning. 

written by: H.C. Daniels

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