Though the sky is black as night
No thoughts yet of the early light
There is a joy in pleasant dreaming,
No hidden shadows closely streaming.
Yet in the closing of an eye there is a light,
Shining pure, shining bright.
An angel from heaven was placed
My light in darkness, her precious face
Though all may be black as black may be,
My light is glowing, glowing for me
Morning without warning is lingering on
The other side of the mountain,
Waiting to pounce on this precious earth.
God's timing is perfect, it always is; just
As the well tuned harps of the angels
Are in rhythm with a waiting soul.
No thoughts yet of the early light
There is a joy in pleasant dreaming,
No hidden shadows closely streaming.
Yet in the closing of an eye there is a light,
Shining pure, shining bright.
An angel from heaven was placed
My light in darkness, her precious face
Though all may be black as black may be,
My light is glowing, glowing for me
Morning without warning is lingering on
The other side of the mountain,
Waiting to pounce on this precious earth.
God's timing is perfect, it always is; just
As the well tuned harps of the angels
Are in rhythm with a waiting soul.