In the dead of the night
When sorrows fill men’s heart,
In the cold of winter,
When sleep is sweeter than wine.
A stranger’s hand tapped me awake,
I tore my heavy eyes open and beheld not a shadow,
With a long deep sigh, I rolled back into my warm blanket,
And gradually translated into the worlds unknown.
Again, the stranger’s hand tapped me to awake,
This time with a soft whisper of love “awake for thy love calleth thee”.
At once strength like a river surged into my heart,
For my Lord my Love bids me fellowship with him.
My love longs for intimacy with me in secret and solitary places,
Lo, I shall arise and sing Him the songs of the spirit,
Yea, I shall call him “My Senior Partner” for he loves to hear those words from my lips.
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