In the middle of every night
When everyone and every light
Is turned off or down and quiet sets in
That is when the thoughts creep in.
There is something sad about the late
Thoughts of life, death or fate.
I can’t explain it, how or why
But the quiet makes me want to cry.
Perhaps it is the only time
That I can feel I can unwind.
God is there and sits beside me.
He patiently waits for me to speak
And fills my heart so full with love.
Then wraps around me like a glove.
The quiet is my favorite time
Is when He helps me still my mind.
Then he lulls me off to sleep
And tells me I have dreams to reap.
He fills my heart and mind with peace
And all the sad thoughts are released.