And when they had sung a hymn,
they went out to the Mount of Olives...
In the hour, the dark hour when our spirits groan with grief
When the power, the dark power of despair wars with belief
When the struggle, holy struggle strains faith to the uttermost
As life’s trouble, so much trouble tries the merit of its boast
Have you hasted, humbly hasted to the place where hope’s streams flow?
Have you tasted, sweetly tasted peace this world can never know?
Did you hold a little tighter to God’s Truth that cannot dim?
Did your heart grow strangely lighter as you sat and supped with Him?
Did the wonder of Hope’s Essence cheer you onward to faith’s goal?
Did the Thunder of Love’s Presence drive doubt’s shadows from your soul?
Did today’s Divine Director beckon you to hope’s birthplace?
Did faith’s Author and Perfecter bid you trace the scars of grace?
In the hour, the dark hour when the enemy is bold
Does the power, saving power of the cross increase its hold
Does the path you trod grow clearer, in the lamplight of God’s Word
Does love’s cross you bear grow dearer as faith’s fervor is restored
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!