poem

Is the midnight closing in 'round you?

Are the shadows dark and long?

Ask Him to come close beside you,

And He'll give you a new, sweet song.

He'll give it and sing it with you;

And when weakness slows you down,

He'll take up the broken cadence,

And blend it with His own.

And many a heavenly singer

Among those sons of light,

Will say of His sweetest music,

"I learned it in the night."

And many a lovely anthem,

That fills the Father's home,

Sobbed out its first rehearsal,

In the sahde of a darkened room.

George Matheson

blessings,

~becca~