The Dawn Rises

We are willing to suffer greater pains and deeper deaths until the dawn rises upon us.
— Watchman Nee

the Lord whispers,

The burial spices, the suffering love
Signs that the shadows will flee
The cross is near in all of its horror
Yet even this will become sweet
My love does not end in death
You are meant to ascend from the grave
Life light of dawn reflecting and refracting
Triumph of union and the glory of love