that morn shall tearless be.

The family has gathered for the daughter’s wedding. The rehearsal dinner has come and gone, and everyone has headed to bed.

Everyone but George.

The reality of the next day has overcome him, for his past has flooded to the forefront of his mind and he cannot help but cry out in his pain.

Tomorrow, his dear sister will be married. Tonight, the torn hope of his own marriage from years past has gripped him so that he cannot sleep, and his heart is heavy.

Born with poor eyesight, George was gifted with a scholar’s mind and a shepherd’s heart. The doctors told him that is eyes were worsening, and that he would lose his eyesight completely.

Faced with this truth, George shared the news with his fiancé.

How dark a moment to know that the sight which has been hindered from birth would be taken completely. The sight we take for granted, along with the freedom it affords us, was limited to him all his days and now would be removed completely.

Seeking solace, understanding, he went to his love.

“Sweetheart, the doctors tell me that I am going to eventually lose my eyesight in whole. I will be blind. There is nothing they can do for me.”

In this tenderness and hurt, George heard a heart-rending reply.

“George, you cannot me expect to marry you knowing that you will go blind, can you? How could I live with a blind man the rest of my life?”

With that, the engagement ring – full of hope and desire – was left as she walked away.

Broken, George did go on to lose his eyesight. His studies impaired and severely hindered, the Lord opened an opportunity to pastor a church.

With the loss of his sight, he was given a congregation to shepherd to the Lord. He pastored 1500 people on a regular basis, aided by his sister.

The same sister who, in the morning, will be married – and will be gone.

Oh how dark the night must have been as the memories crowded his thoughts, and how the tears brimmed in his eyes – eyes full no doubt of the face of his lost love and the pain of her words.

While everyone was asleep, George put pen to paper and began to write.

Pressing back the darkness of his thoughts, he held true to the hope of our Lord who is to come, and penned these beautiful words:

O Love that will not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow

May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,

I cannot close my heart to thee;

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

And feel the promise is not vain,

That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,

I dare not ask to fly from thee;

I lay in dust life’s glory dead,

And from the ground there blossoms red

Life that shall endless be.

And feel the promise is not vain,

That morn shall tearless be…..