By Myrtle Poor

Why Lord are your people

Under so much stress and strain?

We can not sleep at night Lord

From the awful pain!

The nights are long and lonely

As we strive to find our way.

We reach out in the darkness

For your help ‘til light of day.

Our countance is so sad Lord

As our troubles weigh us down.

The night passes slowly

As the clock hands go around.

Then the morning cometh

As it breaks the eastern sky.

The troubles of the nighttime

Seems to have passed us by.

The troubles are now buried.

Down deep inside of us you see,

For joy cometh in the morning

And the troubles have to flee.

Yes joy cometh in the morning

And it fills our hearts with glee.

Now we'll sing His praises

As He blesses us you see.

Copyright 2008