The wolves howl in the night, hunting their prey. Yammering and biting in a pack they prowl. Each hate the other and seeks to fill its belly.
They howl and stalk. In pride they say “Ah, how long the night. The creatures of day cannot escape our tyranny.” But they do not see the signs, they do not consider the times. They hunt undisturbed, terrifying the innocent and the week who hide and tremble at the sound of their approach.
But, lo, a bird sings and the creatures stir. The dawn is coming. Lo, the Morning star beams and the horizon dims. The dawn in coming. The light breaks forth and the world shines. The dear will leap on the hills and the sheep graze in the fields.
But the wolves cower and shrink. They flee the light.
The wicked prowl and stalk, devouring and biting, seeking power and pleasure. They leave destruction in their wake and terrify the weak,
But lo, the church bells ring and the people sing. The dawn is coming. Lo, Christ is risen and the saints are telling. The dawn is coming. When God’s light breaks forth and his glory shines. The righteous will sing, the people will dance.
But the wicked are shamed. Their power will be removed, their terror undone.
The wicked are still here stalking and destroying. But God is coming, put your hope in Him. We will dance in the light, we will dance with our LORD! Hope in the LORD, He is coming.