IN THIS NIGHT
Father of lights, incline thine ear
Even as darkness draweth nigh;
Hear this whispered plea, on bruised' knees
In Jesus' name we cry.
The heart it trembles at thy word;
For the word of our God that reigneth high
And all the world's meanderings
Ever fail to satisfy.
And thou knowest the bruises recompensed
To the meek who bear thy word--
You count the cuts
(that traitor's kiss)
The Liar's twisting swords--
But precious in your eyes is the breaking.
The moment the flesh falls away.
Nothing left to hinder the morning
The everlasting glory of your day.
Thus catching each tear-- every faltering cry--
And thy words gathered up by heart,
You will not suffer fools to win
Or Hell to reap our part.
Thy love is our endeavoring
Thy death is our death, too
And songs are given in the night
To gather us, in you.
(~sister Abby Elizabeth)