A new day sets its course—bright, peering, calling.I see the ashen faces, the bone chilled hands. The weariness of soul refusing to be eclipsed.RELATED DEVOTIONAL: God with You in the ValleysWith stamina fading, I see you... refusing to crumble and forsake.I see your faith. It beckons me. Heaven's pride, it beckons me.
Am I not the mighty God? With power and comfort in my wings.
My angels attend to you, the great cloud rooting, believing, seeing.Where you are weak, may my strength lavish. Where you are hurt, may my promises coat.
And when you praise, I stop. I listen. I embody every note.