The birth of the morning comes
So lovely and so bright
You spend your days happy
In pure joy and delight.
Yet late in the evening
When the beautiful sun has set
You lie down when it gets dark
Because its the night time
That diligently calls for sweet rest.
When things are good
You live in the Light
why think on your problems
Instead of resting while its night.
God will handle your troubles
And all of your trials too
If you just lay your mind down to rest
He will take care of you.
Then you wake up again
When its sunny and bright
Victorious over everything
After God has made things all right.
Remember night is meant for rest
Not the trials from this race
For God is your refuge
He turns every midnight into day.
Cecelia Weir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-creation-of-rest/
