Why must you wait for night to fall
Before you will cry out to me.
Why do you wait to tell your all
your worries, your fears, your agonies.
Am I not a God at hand?
Is there anything too hard for me?
I am wisdom; I understand
All that you feel, think, and see.
You suffer in vain that tarry all day
to bring me your troubles and frets.
I am too busy or tired you'll say
yet I offer my strength and my rest.
Search for me in the morning hours,
to draw strength and hope for the day,
I am your refuge and high tower
I'm yours to lead the way.
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