In the womb of the morning when darkness yet pervades.
Is a stillness of purpose that no one can take away.
To carry in intercession what He holds most dear
Is to walk in His purpose with Godly fear.
Gifts and sacrifices poured out on the altar
Ever present to give without falter.
Is the heart of a king who is a priest
Serving bread and wine, as one who is least.
Those who birthed in the darkened tomb
Will see the sun’s glory burst from the womb.
Many shall come in the day of thy power
When Your glory comes and rains in shower.
Ps 110:3-4 NKJV
Your people shall be volunteers in the day of Your power; In the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, you have the dew of Your youth.
The LORD has sworn and will not relent, “You are a priest forever according to the order of Melchizedek.”