Encounter Before Dawn.


Sun Flare Dawn

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In the wee hours of the passing night

The Lord awakes me to seek His light.

What is sleep that I should desire

My strength supported, my faith inspired.

The silence of the morning is sweet encounter.

Darkness dispelled by His Light, the guilt drowner.

Love poured out while no one sees.

Able to serve by His tender release.

Here comes the sun.

Yet the Son has already risen.

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