There exist rare moments of quiet joy
That creep into times of trial or pain,
Moments when we know God must be with us
After hours where we felt He was away.
Moments where we feel beautiful or loved
In the loneliness of sheer brokenness,
In the midst of our pain or suffering,
Or in the feeling of our own weakness.
Is this what it means to say,
“I am dark, but You say I am lovely”?
Surely there is a closeness with Jesus
That is felt in trials, brokenness or pain,
A sweet fellowship in which mourning flees
As His joy comes, the light of a new day.