Night to many is a gloomy time:
A time of terror and fear,
A time when evil lurks around,
A time when life seems drear.
Under the cloak of earth's darkness,
Right gives way to the wrong.
But the chant of the ancients reminds us:
In the night, you can still sing a song.
We all experience dark nights of despair,
Of sorrow, oppression and grief.
Nights of all kinds weigh heavy upon us
Yet, songs in the night give appeasing relief.
Anyone can sing while its still day,
When life is sweet and going quite well.
But it takes great courage to sing at night,
While struggling to survive your living hell.
Sometimes the best we can sing at night
Is a song reflective of yesterday.
A song of remembrance of times now past,
Remembering that God, indeed, made a way.
Think of the times when you were ill,
Or the times when in dire need.
Just when you bordered giving up all hope,
You discovered God actually does intercede.
Access the recesses of your mind,
And remember how God brought you through.
Light up your lamps of yesterday,
You'll sing in the night anew.
Singing in the darkness is our affirmation,
That night is sluggishly turning into day.
No matter how ominous it may seem to be,
Night is slowly, but surely, fading away.
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