Hope In the Night

“In The Night” by Andrew Peterson


I am weary with the pain of Jacob's wrestling

In the darkness with the Fear, in the darkness with the Fear

But he met the morning wounded with a blessing

So in the night my hope lives on.



When Elisha woke surrounded by the forces

Of the enemies of God, the enemies of God

He saw the hills aflame with angels on their horses

So in the night my hope lives on.



I see the slave that toils beneath the yoke unyielding

And I can hear the captive groan, hear the captive groan

For some hand to stay the whip his foe is wielding

Still in the night my hope lives on.



I see the armies of the enemy approaching

And the people driven, trembling, to the shore

But a doorway through the waters now is opening

So in the night my hope lives on.



Like the son who thought he'd gone beyond forgiveness,

Too ashamed to lift his head--but if he could lift his head

He would see his father running from a distance

In the night my hope lives on.



I can see the crowd of men retreating

As he stands between the woman and their stones

And if mercy in his holy heart is beating

Then in the night my hope lives on.



I remember how they scorned the son of Mary

He was gentle as a lamb, gentle as a lamb

He was beaten, he was crucified, and buried

And in the night, my hope was gone.



But the rulers of this earth could not control Him

No, they did not take his life--he laid it down

All the chains of death could never hope to hold him

So in the night my hope lives on.



The Bible is full of stories. They are not stories simply for our entertainment or solely to document historical events. Look closer. They are tales of courage, fear, triumph, and brokenness. No matter how long ago, culture aside, we find in the Bible a testament to the human spirit and God’s unfailing promises to continually care for His children. Under the harshest circumstances and against persecution, God’s power and grace prevail. Look to history and claim for today what God has promised yesterday; His words are still good. There is no expiration on the gifts God has offered us. This, when I feel broken and at the end of myself, unsure of how exactly I will endure another day, this gives me hope. I often look back and just recount all the ways in which God has provided for me and been faithful to me. While there are times when the answer to my prayers was not what I expected, I cannot find a single time when God just ‘didn’t show up’. He has ALWAYS been there; that’s a pretty trustworthy track record if you ask me! “So in the night, my hope lives on.” I pray that you too might find hope in the midst of your own dark night.



With Love--
Samantha