In the middle of every night

When  everyone and every light

Is turned off or down and quiet sets in

That is when the thoughts creep in.

There is something sad about the late

Thoughts of life, death or fate.

I can’t explain it, how or why

The quiet makes me want to cry.

Perhaps it is the only time

That I can feel  I can unwind.

         God is there and sits beside me

               He patiently waits for me to speak

                      And fills my heart so full with love

                              Then wraps around me like a glove.

Night is always my favorite time

It’s when He helps me still my mind.

Then He lulls me off to sleep

Tells me I have dreams to reap

And fills my heart and mind with peace

And all the sad thoughts are released.

written by Sonya T. Franks