Night into morning.
As the night turns to morning.. I see that You are good.
My faith in You has been weak but You still remain.
I put You off in fear that You wouldn’t come through for me.
I see that my fears are pointless.
Even when I haven’t trust that things would be made whole and right again, You still work things together for my good.
My own strength has failed me again and again.. but You never have.
I see Your hand in this.
You are good.