In The Darkest Hour of Need

The early morning hours crept in.

They say, the darkest hour of the day.

And, she sat in her room, yes, the hour it was dark,

For her heart was aching and crying in pain.

She sat all alone with the memories flooding in.

She longed just to touch the one she had lost.

Her tears flowing freely to empty the pain,

But, the pain lingers on, stabbing deeply within.

She cries out to the Father with soulful reproach.

How can this be happening? How can she get through?

And she feels He's not listening, not caring, not there.

And the loneliness hovers as she feels so alone.

Now, at that same hour a friend is awakened.

She looks at the time, and she feels there's a need.

She drops at the bedside, on her knees she now rests.

There's someone to pray for, and she honors the call.

It's not for her knowledge to know who is calling.

Silently, lovingly she whispers to Him.

The Father is listening and showering His love

On the one who cries out. And it eases her pain.

Respond to the Spirit, no matter the hour.

Be ready to summon His grace for a friend.

At times we're despondent and need reinforcement.

We cover each other in the darkest hour of need.