Pitch-black night, silver clings to sky
Not a word
not a sound
nothing to disturb the silence
tranquility

A soft, silent croaking
faint screeching sounds down yonder
light brushing noise of thunder
Supple grass beneath my hands lay
I bow my head I pray

What will become of us
if You were to leave us
What would happen to the world
without your healing touch o Lord
Would we all perish, burst into flames
Would we all live on with hope
yet no hope remains

I find myself
in the centre of Your presence
You created me in every way
You created earth for us to stay
You are love, You are life
You are a bird in flight
You are mountains, you are streams
You long to fulfill my deepest dreams
You lift me up, fill me with joy
You are the father of many
a small girl and boy

You are the truth
for which I yearn to fight
Lord You are the moon, you are my light