At guardsman’s post on edge of city wall
I strain for a glimpse in shift of hue
In eastern sky for change to illumine
This cool hour of lingering darkness.
Depart, haste. Patience is my companion.
Depart, fear. Peace shares this still hour.
Yet I sense battle won in predawn dimness,
My soul yielding, Lord, to Your Spirit.
Watching. Listening. Waiting.
Lord, my hope is in You alone.
My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning. (Psalm 130:6, NKJV)
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