In the Midnight Hour

In the midnight hours are the moon and the stars.
They shine ever so brightly.
There is magic in the world of the moon and the stars.
It is like a new day is about to break.
The darkest hours are here.
The darkest and most bleak time of the day is at hand.
It is with the wave of the paton the Lord makes music in the night.
The trees bow to His will.
There is no sunlight yet though it is about to break.
Oh how wonderful are the Lord's hands in creating such a night.
Oh how wonderful is the Lord for all His devine wisdom.
He knows the birds will soon wake and fly.
His music is played once again in the house of the Lord.
His music is played once again on the mountains.
"Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised."
In the midnigth hour there is a prayer sent up to Heaven
A lady prays for her wandering boy.
The ears of God listens to her cries.
It is in the midnight hour that things are done at no other time of the day.
It is a special time for praying and talking with the Lord of Hosts.
Its in the midnight hour that you will find me.