Through the Darkest of Nights

Through the Darkest of Nights
You are the coming dawn.
In my deepest times of sorrow
You are my comforting song.

In the midst of the desert.
You are the water that satisfies my thirst.
In this parched and arid land
You guide me through the worst.

When I lose my way
and don’t know which way to travel
You set me upon Your straight path
on which I will not unravel.

When I am certain I’m alone;
that no one hear or cares
You show me that You are always there
You even numbered my hairs.

Who is like You?
There is no one in the heavens or the earth
Through all of creation
nothing matches Your worth.

That You love me so completely
defies all my human logic and reason.
You are my constant
through life’s many changing seasons.

My words fail me
They cannot possibly convey.
In speechlessness I am bound
with nothing left to say.

God, You are my God.
There is no one who is like You.
In this swirling sea of lies
You are the one who is shown true.

So I shall run to You
in both times of bad and good.
For the false hopes of the world
are hay, stubble and wood.

Through all of time You remain
though the heavens and the earth pass away.
You hold all in the palm of Your hand.
Your hope is the dawning of the new day.

Through the darkest of nights
You are the coming dawn.
In my deepest times of sorrow
You are my comforting song.

In the midst of the desert
You are the water that satisfies my thirst.
In this parched and arid land
You guide me through the worst.

When I lose my way
and don’t know which way to travel
You set me upon Your straight path
on which I will not unravel.

When I am certain I’m alone;
that no one hear or cares
You show me that You are always there
You even numbered my hairs.

Who is like You?
There is no one in the heavens or the earth
Through all of creation
nothing matches Your worth.

That You love me so completely
defies all my human logic and reason.
You are my constant
through life’s many changing seasons.

My words fail me
They cannot possibly convey.
In speechlessness I am bound
with nothing left to say.

God, You are my God.
There is no one who is like You.
In this swirling sea of lies
You are the one who is shown true.

So I shall run to You
in both times of bad and good.
For the false hopes of the world
are hay, stubble and wood.

Through all of time You remain
though the heavens and the earth pass away.
You hold all in the palm of Your hand.
Your hope is the dawning of the new day.