HOPE FOR THE DAY
by: Regina Wiencek
No matter how dark our tomorrow,
No matter how obscure the way,
God knows every heart filled with sorrow,
Every heart too heavy to pray.
He sees every teardrop that's falling
In secret, in dark of the night.
He hears every voice that is calling,
Longing for breaking of light.
And in the rapture of dawning,
Joy enters the down-trodden heart.
Hope rises on wings of the morning
When God grants another new start.
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