3 to 4, that precious time of day.
When all the hunters have gone to bed;
The place where but a few remain.
The dogs have spent their barking.
Machinery has fell silent.
The drunks are fast asleep.
Now it’s time for me to seek
The Lord.
By His Grace
3 to 4, that precious time of day.
When all the hunters have gone to bed;
The place where but a few remain.
The dogs have spent their barking.
Machinery has fell silent.
The drunks are fast asleep.
Now it’s time for me to seek
The Lord.
By His Grace
“Early in the morning, while it was still dark, he [Jesus] rose up and went out, and departed into a deserted place, and prayed there.”
I rise at the call of the Spirit, “Enough sleep. Rise and seek the God of your soul. Search your heart before Him and ask the things which are life. For the day is approaching, and the wicked stir in their beds.”
Soon, while the prayer ensues, the lights of houses from New York City to Los Angeles will shine. The world around me begins to wake. The wicked of the night stumble to their beds to sleep the sleep of thieves. While the wicked of the day stumble to the bathroom to begin their assault on each other for the sake of “gain”. 
This was so in the very day when Jesus rose before sunrise to seek His Holy Father. Frankly, it should be more so for those who love Him today. I will say no more.
By His Grace.
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