In the Midnight Hour
Author Dana Redricks
January 10, 2024
In the Midnight hour, as my soul’s awake, a tremor within, as dreams partake. Jesus molds with hands of grace, transforming me like clay in the quiet space.
His spirit whispers, breaks the chains, freedom blooms where darkness wanes. Opened eyes see a newfound light, grounded, planted, taking flight.
Steady as a tree in the morning’s glee, His love, a sanctuary to be. Awakened soul, a journey unfurls, in the Midnight hour, His love swirls.
Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2024
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