I
often feel like I live trapped
Between
the dark and light.
I’m
never certain which will win,
The
daylight or the night.
But
I have come to realize,
Maybe
it’s not a fight.
In
fact, I think I’ve come to see
That
it could be just right.
For
it is when the dark and light
Mingle
at dusk and dawn,
That
some of life’s greatest beauties,
From
those contrasts, are drawn.
So,
I will let my heart rise up
From
the depths of despair
And
turn my eyes toward Heaven.
His
glory lingers there!
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