Trusting through Midnight

Lord,

Help me to seek you

in the hour of midnight,

when the fear arises

that my stagecoach

will quickly turn into a p u m p k i n,

and my beauty

to rags.

Help me to see

that your love perfected

casts light upon every shadow of doubt.

That the same love that drew me,

will keep me.

That if you are near,

the beauty will never fade;

it will only grow to become

more beautiful.

For in the moments that lead closer

to the ticking of midnight

my hands begin to s h a k e

as the hands of time press forward...

If only my soul would be at rest.

Who can quiet the anxious heart,

but you?

I am reminded.

Your hand, it holds the minute hand.

For it is not the clock that houses my fate -

It is you.

Stepping into that glass slipper,

takes faith.

But the truth is:

it fits,

and always did.

You were only just waiting for me

to try it on.