The proving hours

Make me know, dear God of all,
That hours after darkness falls
Are every bit as close to Thee
As those when sunlight shines on me.

Make me know that You, Love, keep
A constant, waking vigil—deep
Enthroned 'round hearts that cling
To Your hand, unfailingly.

Make me know that hours dark
Are not fear-filled, dread, or stark.
Make me see how they attest
Again God's true omnipotence.

MARTHA H. REISNER

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