It might feel like the night is longer as it seems and though it is morning all you see is darkness. The night feels longer- a day, a week, months and even years. The weeping might seem deeper and overwhelming. But hold on until the morning and joy will surely come. Hold on there.
Psalms 45:1 Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet. Write Things at the Write Time. I Read and Write Stories. Reading and Writing For A Living and Living for Reading and Writing. Books, Movies, Music and Anything Under the Moon and Sun. My Prayers, Prose and Poetry