This is the moment that evil is
undone and that witches return home from their blood-drenched covens.
This is the moment that hearts beat fast and that sensitive ears tingle
at the slightest sound.
I love the stillness of this sacred
hour. I love the power of the darkest morning and the blackest night. I
love that bewitching moment when darkness gives way to light. It
banishes inhibitions and it kindles passion.
It heightens sensitivity and it
excites the human spirit. It purifies the inner man and it sharpens the
inner voice. It brings communion with God and it strengthens the soul.
It stirs creativity and it brings peace.
O that that peace would last and
that that beautiful stillness and silence would persist. It brings
strength, empowerment and clarity of thought and vision.
It brings insight, a refreshing and
it makes all things beautiful. It soothes troubled souls and it brings
joy to broken hearts. It kindles love and it invokes unimaginable
pleasures and secret desires.
It is at such times that the most
crucial decisions can safely be made. It is in such moments that we can
worship our God with passion and reckless abandon. It is at that time
that monsters run, that demons flee and that angels dance.
It is at that moment that the Spirit
of the Lord raises His standard and stems the flood. It is at that
time that Gods redemptive power brings hope and restoration. It is at
that moment that He raises His banner of power and love.
It is at that time that silence
whispers and that we hear Him clearly. I love the stillness of this
sacred hour. I love the power of the darkest morning and the blackest
night. I love that bewitching moment when darkness gives way to light.
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