How the dread of night surrounds me, where hope might slip in a stone-blind twilight. Oh my soul! Remember night always grows darkest before dawn. Though I face this void alone, it will pass as a fleeting moment. For even now, the horizon prepares to bloom and earth hurtles on into another day, rising in silver hue, then red, then golden dawn. The light reminds my heart of promise and my sight returns, and Jesus – my Bright and Morning Star – commands His calm across every continental worry and stormy sea. I rise, a dread champion in daybreak, to celebrate my King in coming day. Hallelujah!

– Stephen De Silva (reference Proverbs 4:18-19)