Sleepless Nights

Sleepless nights are the ones that make all the difference

Those nights where you wait to cry until you lay down your head

Yeah, those nights . . . I remember now

Sleepless nights are the ones that always stick out

A change was made, a heart was broken, and a soul was scarred

Yeah, those nights . . . how could I forget?

Sleepless nights are the ones that hurt a little more

They cut a little deeper; they drain you of all your life

Yeah . . . those nights . . . don’t make me remember

Sleepless nights are the ones that take a while to heal

They take a while to mend. They take a lot out of you

Yeah . . . those nights . . . it’s all too familiar

But now that I call them to memory, I remember one thing that’s good

Yes, surely this one thing would make the difference

Surely this one thing would make it count

And there is a reason I make it through the sleepless nights:

“His mercies are new every morning . . . great is thy faithfulness”