I rise from sleep.
The Master of my soul has spoken in silence
Like a pillow of clouds, the way is made serene.
I have been given much strength.

I am blessed.
I've seen the Hands of God
In them my sorrows are instantly transformed to joy.
With wings that will never be folded
Like a butterfly I soar to safety.

The emptiness in me is not hidden from Him.
For I cry from the deep and He hears me.
He encompasses my path. He is acquainted with all my ways.
Arise I must.
Hope is made alive.
Faith has triumphed.
God's greatness is impenetrable.
I am His child,
And I am uniquely and wonderfully made.

~ Merlene W. Whyte

It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

~ Lamentations 3:22-23