Is it the brooding before dawn?
Is it a missed-kissed bower?
Is this your Sovereign silence
The brooding before dawn
A test of faith’s endurance
The place where you reveal
The power of your Spirit
To conquer Belial
After earthquake and fire
A Message you deliver
To temper heart’s desire
Is this glory’s hiatus
Of three days in the tomb
Before the Rock of Ages
Is this a mist-kissed bower
Hope’s silent suffering
The bud before the flower
Is this shadow Your wing
© Janet Martin
(this morning felt bathed in this hymn)
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