Tears fall beneath the midnight moon
No one to see her cry
She looks to heaven asking questions
She needs your peace tonight
Smiling eyes and laughing grace
She hides an empty heart
behind that beautiful face.
She needs your peace tonight.
Rain down love on her
Pursue her with your embrace
She needs to feel your presence
O Daughter of Thine
Speak peace to her tonight.
Restore this hurting soul
Speak peace to me tonight.
We are treated as impostors, yet are true; as unknown, and yet well known; as dying, and behold, we live; as punished, and yet not killed; as sorrowful, and yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, yet possessing everything. 2 Corinthians 6:8-10
To realize how many prayers You've answered recently is to know that You've answered them all. Your mercies are truly new every morning, but the greatest mercy is that You always bring morning. Springtime always follows winter. And to think, the roots of Spring grow in the winter and the day changes even in its darkest moment. The changing seasons, fall and spring, stir up something deep in our bones. Like migratory birds we hear the seasons calling us home.
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