There are days in between the nights for each darkness there is for each, hope how long I've asked will the night season take its turn upon me and leave the silence a moments long sigh my eyes could not see passed nor my heart feel the ending..... though they came each time and they remind in disparaging nights even now, as the days will say the night will come there are Sunrises of different colors in different seasons a light which makes my soul rise from the doubting dark a hope of mornings, the beginnings of refreshed grace The Son Rises and then I know.... hopes lasting promise