First Light

Tis the quiet hour before first light.
Tis the morning, tis my morning!
My vision searches yonder the horizon.
I see my love, tis the still of the night.
I close my eye and clearly see.
The path, the flight my love tis cometh to me.
To awaken the dawn, to stir my soul!
A ray of light, when will I see?
Tis the morning O my soul!
I hold my loves image, clasp it in my hand.
Light comes swiftly, to take this night.
I see this daybreak! I fall onto my knees
I cry out loudly Father take this cup from me.
I see my love my beautiful bride
Not my will but Thine be done
I behold my love wearing a robe
Spotless beauty, fairest love as not yet told.
It is worth the shame this day beholds.
My spirit leaves and lives through time.
Now my fairest love I see, worth more the world to me.
I look past the pain as dew drips from my hair
I pray Father let them see, O Father let them know.
Please let them within this incredible Love that burneth me.
I embrace this day with open hands.
A flaming torch cuts though this night!
Tis my betrayer behind that light.
Gethsemane’s ground now slips my hand.
I behold my love, that one face.
It is you! IT is YOU! IT IS YOU THAT I SEE.

Authored by Adonai Yeshua HaMashiach. Penned by Curt Wanda