In the midnight hour



In the midnight hour
When all is still
When instinct rises above will
As sounds cease and the air chills
My spirit breaks my body’s seal
And layers of restraint are gently pealed
In the midnight hour

In the midnight hour
I seek communion with my Lord
To be enveloped in His warmth
Sinking , drowning , in the depths of His words
I’m reminded of my eternal worth
Lost in worship, my spirit soars
In the midnight hour

In the midnight hour
I face the truth of who I am
The falls, the scars, the hurts, the harm
The failures faced to learn to stand
The boy I was, the man I am
In the midnight hour

In the midnight hour
I’m stripped away of all my shame
Lies are gone, only truth remains
I find redemption in His name
A soothing balm for all my pain
Yesterday, today, forever the same
In the midnight hour

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