When The Night Has Come

When night has come like a thief in the night blowing winds of fierce by a blinding light When the moon's nightdress is a billowed glance in the same dark sky where the stars have danced When your broken sleep is far too steep and your much too tired for arms to keep When the only glow flows through a lamp and your sheets are damp as a soggy stamp, It is time to raise your eyes and pray and hope He meets you, in mid-way !