Weeping only lasts for a night,
Joy comes in the morning.
The sun will rise and illuminate a smile on your face.
The moon will glow when your tears are dried
And your weeping will be no more.
God is your father and your comforter.
He is not so high above that he does not feel your pain,
Remember, Jesus, wept for a friend.
He cares enough to bottle up your tears,
He remembers your cries.
And He gives beauty for ashes, and joy for mourning.
Let not your heart sleeps with anger
Nor your soul stay in anguish
For He has a plan to prosper you,
To restore and establish you.
Therefore sorrow is not and shall not be your portion.
Wipe your eyes. Yes, dry your tears.
Fill your horn and go to the other side
Where the sun rises
And the Glory of God brings your harvest.
Psalms 30:5 “For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”
Psalms 126:5 “Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy.”