Crimson red, bursts of gold,
God’s beautiful story, breathe colors bold.
Blessed are those who heed his power,
for joy does come in the midnight hour.
When daylight dawns, trouble may return,
His people bear witness to all they have learned.
Their testimonies risk both life and limb,
but the most important thing is to honor Him.
He who gave them proof of his power,
through the joy that came in the midnight hour.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall
4 thoughts on “Joy in the Midnight Hour”
A lovely thing
Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome! And thank you…..I do enjoy your work!