And I cry out for the living God

For His presence and comfort

My heart belongs to Him

Only His can be fully trusted

But I also cry out out for you

Like on many nights

In the thunderstorm

Gently falling snow

Moonlit and moonless ones

The dreary, cloudy 

When all seems lost and forgotten

And nothing seems to be happening

Except the tick tock of the clock of faith

Silent protection of angel guards

And the hurtling of all things

To where they need to be