When The Night Has Come
When night has come like a thief in the night
blowing winds of fierce by a blinding light
When the moon's nightdress is a billowed glance
in the same dark sky where the stars have danced
When your broken sleep is far too steep
and your much too tired for arms to keep
When the only glow flows through a lamp
and your sheets are damp as a soggy stamp,
It is time to raise your eyes and pray
and hope He meets you, in mid-way !
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