Sometimes the sweetest voice of eternity
Can only be heard
In the depths of the darkest night
Sometimes the sweetest look of eternity
Can only be seen
In the light of the darkest night
Chorus
Oh! In the darkest night
You heard me calling
You saw me falling
You answered me
You caught me
Gave me comfort
And consoled me
Sometimes the sweetest smell of eternity
Can only be known
In the fragrance crushed in the darkest night
Sometimes the sweetest touch of eternity
Can only be felt
In the Everlasting Arms under the darkest night
Chorus
Oh! In the darkest night
You heard me calling
You saw me falling
You answered me
You caught me
Gave me comfort
And consoled me
Sometimes the sweetest taste of eternity
Can only be given
In the joy of His sweet Word
When you find yourself deep in the darkest night
The depths of the darkest night
© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth
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Indeed, some things we can only learn in those nights
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And sometimes they seem so long don’t they? xxx The weaker we become, the stronger He becomes. I must decrease in order that He may increase.
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