The night is darkest 'fore the dawn
In its silence I sought the Lord
Emotions expelled, fervor dispelled
With each failure my heart grew cold

The hunger left, the bread never came
I thought I squandered my faith away
With the very last ounce I could barely scrape
I stood holding an empty plate

A season passed and dust collects
Still I stand with outreached hands
Seeking a promise I know so true
Waiting for hunger and bread again

At last I've used my very last ounce
My arms they quiver and knees they buckle
He came and took the plate from me
And then I saw him as I never did