As shadows clutch this dismal hour
and thunder trembles pillars loose
and ground begins to burst and flood
with fire, stones, mud, and blood
as smoke chokes off the last of skies
most voices smothered in their fear
when darkness draws itself too near,
one humble prayer can raise its sword,
repulse the wicked, praise the Lord,
its words of faith a surge of might.
When all seems lost, exalt the Light.

Exalt © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 17, 2019

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