It’s three thirty three in the morning,
And I can’t promise you
My thoughts are anything but
It’s dark, and it is quiet
And the people around me dream
But I’m left in the land of the living,
Bereft of the light of day
On a moonless night,
I wander, silent,
And to my God I pray.
I pray for the gift of nothing,
An emptiness filled with rest,
I pray for peace in my thoughts,
And weights upon my lids.
“Lord give me rest in the night,
So I can face the light of day.
Renew my strength for the morning,
And the burdens that come my way.”