There is a gratitude
that rises only in daylight—
easy, warm, effortless.
But the truest thanks
is born after midnight,
when nothing makes sense
and the path is dim.
It is the quiet “thank You”
spoken with empty hands,
the fragile trust
that finds God’s nearness
even in the dark.
This is the gratitude
that becomes worship—
not because life is gentle,
but because He is.
If this poem stirred something in your heart, remember that the deepest roots grow from God’s Word itself. “Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee” (Psalm 119:11). If you’d like simple, practical help in tucking Scripture into memory…
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