In the darkness of the morning
I contemplate my choices.
Surrounded by love and care,
Do I completely remove what was before?
In the darkness of the morning
When all clear light is hidden
I seek Truth.
What is Truth?
In the darkness of the morning
While songbirds lie sleeping
Sleep refuses to come to
Those who seek the Answer.
In the darkness of the night
I wait.
I wait for Him to speak.
Until I hear His Word
I cannot rest.
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