In the fading of the dark night
In the loneliness of The Light
Shining from the Morning Star
Conceived without a single mar
I hear God speak in the sparkling silence.
I sense His Divine power and providence.
I see my pitiful works and weak prayers
Blown by a benevolent Wind Who cares
Into the loving hands of the merciful Father
Who does not think i am a constant bother
Who is eager to forgive me and rejoice
When He hears the contrition in my voice!