My Soul Seeks in the Night

 In the darkness of the night

    my soul seeks to see the One

      Who cannot be seen and

        Whose voice speaks; yet,

          is one that cannot be heard.

Still my soul seeks Him in the night.  

 

Is it the darkness which hides His face?

   No, He is not One who can be hidden

     by any darkness, or power, or foe.

       It is own choosing, this not seeing,

         Neither this darkness, nor a lack of faith.

So my soul seeks Him in the night.

 

In the darkness my soul seeks the unseen,

   the One seen as a thousand faces:

     Brilliant red sunsets, ivory white moon rises,

       growing hay fields, red cows awaiting,

         roaring crashing waves, whispering wind.

My soul knows the One it seeks in the night.

 

In the darkness my soul waits and watches

    not knowing everything, but sure of one,

      the One unseen is coming.  He is near.

        Always it has been such in the darkness,

          and the present darkness shall not prevail.

My soul waits for the Living God who comes.