His Promise

When darkness falls Across the page and amber rays elude the eye, The seasons will continue; no need to question why. There is a plan, a greater plan than our mere minds can comprehend. There is a circle, ever turning; It has no end. It defies our reasoning and turns death’s fetid breath to just a breeze. Death’s season holds no fear for us nor can it conquer spirits bold and true. It shrinks beneath His promise of eternal peace. We, the weak and weary are confident of His grace; Even when we stumble, He attends our needs. He asks only that we seek His light for it will end the darkest night. And lift our eyes to sunshine at the break of each new day Smzang 8/23/2020