You hide Yourself from prying eyes,
From faithless seekers veil Your face,
Conceal Your form, confound the wise,
Your brightness dim, though not Your grace.
Shekinah garbed in smoke and cloud,
Invisible to them that peer,
Your brilliance hidden from the proud,
Disclosed to those who love and fear.
Invisible, yet present still,
You show Yourself in unsought ways.
Your handiwork reveals Your will,
Your wisdom sets the night ablaze.
Your voice resounds in storm … [more]