The chocolate is dark, but the morning is darker.
The sky is bright the world seems calm, but something is wrong something is very very wrong.
The chocolate is dark but the morning is darker still.
We wait, we anticipate. What kind of mood today? Is it the food you ate?
The chocolate is dark, but the morning is darker.
Laura, you do not make sense. Morning isn't dark, it's bright sunny and new.
God has new mercies awaiting you.
You don't get it. You are not here to observe.
There are no words to describe it, the dread and fear and lessons we have learned.
The chocolate is dark, but the morning is darker.
How can a morning be dark? What is going on inside?
Christ is our hope, He lives and in Him you must abide.
The chocolate is dark, but the morning is darker.
Christ is our hope, yes, this is true! But why is it so hard to get this through to you?
The chocolate is dark, but the morning is darker.
We pray and fast, we confess and repent, but the dark eyes and deep sleep, these sighs and pain does not relent.
God is able, we trust Him still, we choose the light who is greater than the darkness, the One who says peace be still.
Yet until heaven we dread darkness that's all around, and a Hershey's kiss is not enough to calm him down...
We beg and plead, we press through the crowd.
We ask seek and knock we don't care if it gets loud.
A momma's heart can wail, soft still tears, or howls in the shower, but who can take away this tormenting dark hour?
The chocolate is dark, but the morning is darker.
LORD God El Shaddai, Maker Creator Light of the World, You Live forevermore,
I do not know how much more I can endure, how much more I can perform?
Just a little while longer you always say, trust and obey sing songs in the night… I am the way...
Praise Praise Weep Cry and let His Spirit descend upon you granting you peace like a dove
One day you'll be conformed to the Son of His Love
It's not that dark, my daughter, it only feels that way, for in each dark hour, you do not see the fiery darts I shield you from each day.
You are my child, and although you see only dimly and it feels so wretched and sour,
Keep looking up to Me and trust Me in these morning hours!
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