In the night
In the night,
when the rain could have settled gently on the soil,
when thunders torment me to feel
the fear pulsating in my heart,
the Lord will be my strength.
In the night,
when lonely hearts listen to slow blues,
I’ll sound some lyrics from Psalms
And feel the joy of the Lord settling upon the chaos,
For the Lord is my strength.
In the night,
when sweet nothings could have sedated the pain,
I’ll choose to cry the tears,
and manoeuvre out of the cess,
For the Lord is my strength,
He will carry me through it all.
In the night,
When their voices thief my sleep,
I’ll look to the Lord like
Sheep flocking to their shepherd,
And his voice will silence the noise,
For the Lord is my strength.
In the night,
When the silence could have supposed my sleep,
I’ll converse with the Lord,
The way a suitor would romance his beloved,
For the Lord is my strength,
He woos me out of the noise…
In the night,
At my weakest,
God will be my strength…