In the deep dark night,
The swirling black sky
Of sadness and despair
Seems never-ending,
And the wild winds
Of worry and woe
Scream in pain,
But the Morning Star,
A beacon of hope,
Sweetly rises in my soul,
Whispering the truth
With its happy light:
“Have faith, my child.
The darkness will not last.
The Divine Mercy is near.
So be patient and trust Him,
For the Son always rises!”