When the sky turns gold to tell us
That the night is soon to fall
When the crickets sing of solace
Do you feel deep in your soul
That this world, though bruised and broken
Carries music with each breeze?
Hear them whisper, “Hope is coming.
You were made for nights like these.”
When the glimmer of a firefly
Cuts through the black of night
Does your heart grow warm within you?
Does your spirit love the light?
Though the darkness oft’ feels heavy
Though the shadows overwhelm
Do you hear a soft voice singing
“In the shadows, it is well”?
For there is an ancient purpose
In the darkness of the night
It was never meant to frighten
But to point us to the light
Just as gold appears most glorious
When compared with worthless dross
So true beauty shines the brightest
‘Neath the shadow of a cross
But why do we love beauty?
And why do breezes sing?
Why does the softly setting sun
Restore us, give us peace?
Perhaps this broken glory
Is a hint of what’s to come
Perhaps beauty warms our spirits
Because beauty feels like home
And perhaps home is a person
And this person has a name
And the man, Beauty Incarnate
Was the lamb for sinners slain
So maybe golden sunsets
And fireflies and wind
Remind us Beauty is coming back
That darkness doesn’t win
And perhaps these earthly shadows
Of the beauty of the King
Were given that our restless hearts
Might long to walk with Him
He says “Take heart my child.
Your name is written in my wounds.
I died that restless longing hearts
Might one day be made new.”
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