At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
In The Shadow Of Night,
There Is A Mighty Rise,
Everybody Calls It The Day Of Sunrise.
God Took Birth,
On This Earth,
From That Day The Sun Shone Bright,
That’s Why We Call It The Time Of Sunrise.
There Truly Is A Blessing Contained In Every Moment
Wether It Reveals Itself As A Lesson Or An Insight
Or
A Precious Memory Rekindled.
It’s A Blessing Still
