When the night in darkness veiled, Obscures this solitary trail
“The way is hard!” my soul complains, weary of the toil and pain
Yet trudging on through barren lands, no aid in sight from mortal man
Hidden from all human eyes; Voicing only muted cries
Then face upturned and heart exposed, my tears pool on the ground below
Raw need and longing, strong and fierce, hurled to the sky, the heavens pierced
The veil pulled back, my heart alive, “My Beloved!” is my cry
Kingly Presence all around, knees give way, face to the ground
When the night in glory bathed Illuminates the way with grace. All sorrow gone, I’ve seen His face