At 10:59 at night, I find myself feeling grateful to have known the Son.

The Son that shines during the day and

waits with you during the night.

The Son that shines so bright- the Son that fills my darkest nights with pure joy and

Son light.

Yeah, I am grateful for the Son.

Have you heard about him?

Have you experienced his presence?

I have.

I have felt the Son warm my skin with yellow rays from heaven.

I've felt the Son's embrace and have never counted past eleven

waiting for him.

He is always on time.

At 11:00 p.m., I fell pressed for time-

Sometimes, I get tired of waiting on the Son and I start counting to eleven because I forget that

The Son is always, always on time.

Before I can even press my lips together to start counting on the Son,

I fall asleep to

open my eyes to the sunshine's bright light filling me up.

Pain only last for the night.

Joy, and the Son, are always there in the morning.

Every day I leave my mourning and I come back to peace and

The Son and the Sunshine.

I've come to rely on those yellow rays of love that the Son seems to bring every single day.