A Song of Ascents.
O Lord, hear my voice!
I don't know if you have felt that way very often, but I have. At times I have felt that my life's footing was not firm and that I was perilously close to danger, failure, shame, or despair. I have longed for morning to come in the form of some deliverance from my oppressive circumstances. I have yearned for a deliverance that I could not see anywhere on the horizon, nor could I conceive how it might be formed, yet I hoped for it desperately.
But there is something else to be discovered in the picture of the watchman and it is the certainty of the morning's arrival. The morning will come - has it ever failed to come? This watchman not only can hope, but he can be certain. The morning will come.
And so for us who are in Christ. I don't know how long the night will last in your life or mine. But morning has never failed to come and it will come again.