In the very last light of another day,
As the sun, like your faith, is fading away,
As the evening rests in the last daylight,
It's teach us something about the night.
And it's just like me,
It's just like you,
To miss the plan behind what we're goin' through,
And it's hard to see the light.
Chorus:
Just like a brand new day,
Follows the longest night,
In the dark on your way,
Well I'll hold onto the hope in You,
My Morning Light.
It's a cold, cold world and there's nothin' worse
Than to walk with the wounded or cry with the hurt,
It feels like midnight,
You're the last lonely one,
You're as far from love as the moon from the sun.
And it just like me,
And it just like you,
To not see the hand behind what we're going through,
And it's hard to see the light.
Chorus
Lord, please I'm askin' of You,
Won't you tell me somehow what You want me to do,
I'm a great believer in Your Master plan,
But it's hard to know sometimes,
Right where You stand.
And it's just like me,
To miss Your cue,
And not see your touch in what I'm goin' through,
It's not simple in the dark.
Chorus
©1990 WB Music Corp.
(ASCAP)/Careers-BMG Music Publishing (BMI)
As the sun, like your faith, is fading away,
As the evening rests in the last daylight,
It's teach us something about the night.
And it's just like me,
It's just like you,
To miss the plan behind what we're goin' through,
And it's hard to see the light.
Chorus:
Just like a brand new day,
Follows the longest night,
In the dark on your way,
Well I'll hold onto the hope in You,
My Morning Light.
It's a cold, cold world and there's nothin' worse
Than to walk with the wounded or cry with the hurt,
It feels like midnight,
You're the last lonely one,
You're as far from love as the moon from the sun.
And it just like me,
And it just like you,
To not see the hand behind what we're going through,
And it's hard to see the light.
Chorus
Lord, please I'm askin' of You,
Won't you tell me somehow what You want me to do,
I'm a great believer in Your Master plan,
But it's hard to know sometimes,
Right where You stand.
And it's just like me,
To miss Your cue,
And not see your touch in what I'm goin' through,
It's not simple in the dark.
Chorus
©1990 WB Music Corp.
(ASCAP)/Careers-BMG Music Publishing (BMI)