Who gives songs in the night?
The Lord of Glory;
In whom is delight.
So, the simple hear of his fame:
Ancient of days;
Never has changed.
He tells of his glory,
Where is it found?
Can man see it?
It's all around.
In the heavens-
In hearts he reigns...
Takes our reproach.
Covers our shame.
He speaks his wisdom to every tongue:
Calling us back from where we are from-
His seed scattered throughout the earth:
Nations are nothing.
In Him is our worth.
Calling his children, he shows them the way...
Those that follow will not go astray.
There is joy, in all that he brings-
Praise the Lord!
Honour the King.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Songs in the night brings visions of chains scaling off and prison walls and bars disintegrating. Thanks for the uplift!
Great write
Beautiful.
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