He meets with me in the quietness of the night,
And even in the tumult of the day.
Though my troubles be many, and companion leave,
His sweet Words of promise speak along the way.
He meets with me when I feel abandoned,
And courage melts away within my chest.
It's then His love pours endlessly upon me,
Sweet heavenly treasure, my God matchless.
He meets with me, and only by His blood,
Wretched me could never love Holy Him.
I would spit & fight against Him still,
Yet He won me through redeeming love.
He meets with me, before new day births...
Vitality flees and lung's labor cease.
His warm embrace is here again, as eternity dawns.
Oh, how sweet He is amidst this disease.
A day is coming, and coming soon...
The meeting will know pause no more,
An ocean of endless life will break forth,
And waves of Godly pleasure break upon the shore.
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