A Joyful Parable

 

The sky wept through the cold dark night,
Its tears, they did persist,
But as the night gave way to dawn
Its tears gave way to mist.
 
A mist reflecting the cold heart
That greeted the new day.
The tears had past, yet lingered still
Across the misty bay.
 
Then, as the sun rose in the sky,
The mist warmed in the light
And all across the water’s face
It shimmered with delight.
 
I may have been that rainy night
Described to you above,
But I am surely the dawn’s joy
Reflecting back God’s love.
 
For all of this life’s tears and pain,
I still live in His grace.
Though weeping endures for a night,
Joy quickly takes its place.
 
Psalm 30:5
For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.