I woke up to Your new mercies and Your forgiving grace. The sun rose and quietly told me to start again.
But somehow, as the day grew older, my heart became weary. I let the pain of this world consume me. I let its voice become louder than Yours. I drifted away. But Your outstretched arm pulled me back to You. As the sun set, it carried my sorrows with it.
And then, once again, I woke up to Your new mercies and Your forgiving grace. The sun rose and quietly told me to start again.
(Lamentations 3:22–23)
