Midnight Oil Poem by Taushell Davis

I trimmed my lamp when sleep was near,
The oil was low, but I stayed clear
For He who tarries comes with light,
And finds me watching through the night. I whisper, 'It's just a season, ' though the storm feels long,
Someone stole from me; what did I do wrong?
Bound in a vine I can't unwind,
Just hoping, just wishing, 'When will I find…' I hear of blessings others receive,
While I sit here in quiet need.
'Thou shalt not covet, ' the Word declares,
But sadness still settles in my prayers. They took what I deemed a necessity,
Now my home, my haven, is at risk, you see.
Three babies sleep in rooms I fear to lose,
And I shed a tear with nothing to choose. No job, no car, just applications sent,
Praying for mercy, for doors unbent.
Temptation knocks with well-known faces,
Reminding me of my former place. But I resist, I remember why
I left that life to reach the sky.
Now I'm grounded, weary, worn,
But still I rise with each new morn. My children have me; and I give them peace,
But who holds me when my strength must cease? One night I buried my face in the ground,
Heart heavy, no comfort found.
I cried until the earth drank deep,
And heaven heard my soul's loud weep. Then came a peace, a holy hush,
A whisper through the midnight crush:
'Put your trust in Me, and I'll make a way.'
That promise still holds me day by day.
• 'Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.' Psalm 30: 5
• 'The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.' Psalm 34: 18
• 'Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.' Proverbs 3: 5
• 'Thou shalt not covet…' Exodus 20: 17
• 'And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.' Philippians 4: 19
• 'Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.' Matthew 5: 4