The Dawn Will Always Beat The Night

It has been a year since Natalie's dad passed away. A friend sent us this song during the initial grieving period and it ministered to us deeply. If you feel like you have nothing left, this is for you.

John Lucas: Time

My heart has known the winters

And my feet have known the snow

But my eyes have seen the glory

Of a seed begin to grow

There is a time to uproot, darling

But most days just hold on tight

For there’s a time for darkness, honey

But dawn will always beat the night

Sometimes death will come calling

When you’ve been good and warned

And other times its cold hands will cradle

Dreams yet to be born

There is a time to dance on sorrow

And a time to kiss her cheek

There is a time to mourn in silence

But justice aches to hear you speak

And I don’t know the end, or tomorrow’s story

But I have found the one who gives me rest

And I will make my bed in His promises

For He holds true when nothing’s left...When nothing’s left

There is a time when laughter will echo

Through your halls of peace

But war is known to change your locks

And carry off the family keys

There is a time for healing and pain

A time for drought and a time for rain

There is a time for everything

Until we crown the risen King…Until we crown the risen King

And I don’t know the end, or tomorrow’s story

But I have found the one who gives me rest

And I will make my bed in His promises

For He holds true when nothing’s left...When nothing’s left

So crown Him in your mourning

And crown Him in your laughter

And crown Him when it all turns dark

Crown Him when you bury

And crown Him when you marry

And crown Him when your faith finds a spark

Crown Him for He’s faithful

And crown Him for He’s worthy

And crown Him for He is good

Crown Him for His promises

Cut through the blindness

Of children that have barely understood

The beauty that has come

And the beauty yet to come

And the beauty that is yours and that is mine

And that death produces life

And that we are made alive

By the King who paints beauty with time

And I don’t know the end, or tomorrow’s story

But I have found the one who gives me rest

And I will make my bed in His promises

For He holds true when nothing’s left...When nothing’s left