In the midst of the night, I hear the call;
of the One who is wanting my ear;
that One who really is my one and all;
who I’m often so reluctant to hear.
He always has great wisdom to share;
yet, I usually don’t wish to listen;
tho he is the ultimate One to care;
my mind’s blinded by ambition.
The days, always brimming with activity;
competing ideas and values, all found;
but, night held a serene sense of nativity;
and a sense of wonder, all around.
And yet, night held another voice too;
one which found darkness, befitting;
evil lurks; his thoughts, to imbue;
the dark was designed for the unwitting.
There is a starkness in the effect of Night;
evil and good no longer blend together;
in such a setting, there’s clarity in Light;
and evil will stand out, forever.
There’s a difference between day and night;
but, for some, they’ll forever blend;
and, for those unable to see the Light;
their night will never end.
Think only on truth and remember;
forever, that night won’t live on;
all evil ideas, daybreak will dismember;
then we’ll all face that New Dawn.