It's so dark, night's silence surrounds my soul,
No owl, no dog or frog ruffles night's stillness,
I reach out, my hands searching for your touch,
I know you're far away, and yet beside me here.
No sound leaves my lips, but our hearts commune,
As if cross scarred hands reach down from afar,
Bringing peace and comfort, joy and hope,
Heaven's holy hope and glory warms my soul.
Who am I to think that God cares for me?
His holy wisdom and glorious power,
Make my best efforts look like shabby trash,
My best intentions look like grubby waste.
I don't know whether to shrink away,
To hide my ugly inner self from God,
Or sing His praise with all the strength I have:
His mercy has been extended to me.
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