Each Passing Day

As I wake up Early in the morning anew; Still hoping that the sun Shall come shining through. The nights before In the dark I was alone; Crushed and shattered, I did silently moan. The mornings after Were the same as before; Sorrow engulfed my mind; As it did to my heart's core. I didn't know What hit and struck me; Worse, no one knew how To save me from agony. I couldn't eat And sleep well enough; Presence of mind I needed During those times so tough. The pain of anguish Put me in disbelief; How could I overcome The anxiety and grief? Now I look up As my teary eyes I close; I say a fervent prayer To help me stay composed. Each passing day Is a blessing from God above; He makes me all the more abound In faith, in hope, and love.