They Shall Be Comforted

Through blankets of mud, life springs awake;
In clouds heavy and dark water awaits,
The downpour that batters yet fills with strength.

Heaven gave rain, and the earth bore its fruit.

Fighting the thickness of night ends in howling to the moon,
But closing your eyes brings the sweetness of rest.
And, Lord, I don’t want to be scared of the dark anymore.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Remind me you work in the night,
As I cry for peace, eyes closed and hands open,
And soon the night will be far gone, and the day at hand.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Sorrow stains my words and doubt averts my eyes –
Surely you can’t intend for me to prevail.
How powerless have you made me, O Lord?

And God raised the Lord and will also raise us up by his power.

I want nothing more than to run from myself,
From the world, from you, from the pain of waiting;
Are you sure this broken soul can wait for you?

Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!

My salvation, by your strength alone I live on.
My king, to you alone I bow my knee.
My redeemer, in your love alone I dare to hope.

And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.

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