As Morning Dawns

When suffering is sudden,

A vast darkness presses in,

Like a terrible storm cloud

Leaving utter ruin –

Life in fragments.

Feeling forever in a moment 

A moment becomes torment.

But darkness will not always be.

Wrong’s fury will be spent,

Ne’er to speak again.

Weeping does tarry for the night,

And, oh, what a long night.

Yet between the many tears,

We see the dawning light

Of joy to come.

I believe

I will see

Your goodness again,

Before the end.

I believe

I will sing

Your praises again,

As morning dawns.