Waiting for the Dawn

The darkness holds me in its grasp;

The fears that it commands

Are twining thickly through my mind

And weakening my hands.

I have no strength to fight the foe

That seeks to bring me low.

I have no hope that I’ll escape

And no where I can go.

But I’ve lived as you asked me to

And I have done my best

To share your love, walk righteously

And trust you for the rest.

So, though the darkness tears at me

And I can barely stand,

I know the dawn will soon return;

You hold me in your hand.

Psalm 112:4
Even in darkness light dawns for the upright, for those who are gracious and compassionate and righteous.