Tears may soak pillows
And sorrows breed with darkness
But joy wakes at dawn
You live in the land of the Dawn,
the place where Light is being born.
Darkness grips you still, as labour
pains begin. You exist in the
Between, the not-yet, the middle
of the fairytale, where witches
cast spells and evil triumphs and
your happy ever after has
no power – but your story
is not over. Not yet. That dawn
breaking leaks words on your pages,
penning resolve, perseverance,
hope, courage into existence
and you, awake in the dark, see
stars before they shine – prophetic
promises – with your eyes of faith.
As dawn burns away fog,
so Your light burns me –
all melt in Your gaze.
are no match for Your rays;
but are undone like morning mist.
to live here,
in my dark places,
where night has reigned too long.
paint me daybreak,
colour me rainbow,
and call me