Necessity

Oh, Necessity calls her name
out in the hills--
In the dark they seem so foreign.
Oh, Necessity calls to fame
the heart that wanders
through dark hills before the morning.

Oh Necessity, do you see it?
Hope is rising in the dawn
and wild hills are no less wild.
Necessity, she does not speak it.
But if you would see her face,
she could only be Morning's child.

1 Thessalonians 5:5
You are all children of the light and children of the day. We do not belong to the night or to darkness.