Hollow promises fill the void of the night
Morning dews sweeps tears away
Time flies away, albeit so slowly
Bearing on her wings, the cries of yesterday,

Through the trials, the silence and the nights
Where faith, hope and patience console
For in the moments stretched in time
God molds us through the grace of waiting

Like seeds that rest beneath the snow
Awaiting the warmth of the spring’s embrace
We learn to trust, to bloom and to grow
As we also await for the show of His redeeming grace

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