Because we all have those moments. There is always hope.

In the gloaming of the heart
When sorrows seem to prey
Do not surrender to despair.
The soul will find a way.

Whether we are lived high
To celestial courts above
Or our hope dawns again
And find hearth, home, and love.

Though deepest night shall threaten
Ever still shall come the dawn
Though day must be ending
Still will morning come ‘er long.

So lift your eyes to heaven
When your heart has been cast down,
And find the hop God’s given
Even at the burial mound.

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