When darkness gathers over me,

When I see no friends to comfort me,

Isolated in a psychic prison,

Comfort must come from within,

I listen for the voice my ears don’t hear

At first I think myself insane,

A thought, a warmth, comes in again,

It seems too soft and full of hope,

No one speaks like this to me,

Yet in my mind His face I see

His eyes behold all His creations,

Yet in His eyes I see my face,

His hand is always on my shoulder,

His voice is always near my ear,

His Spirit’s warmth is His embrace

The friend of the lonely is God,

In isolation I find His ways,

When estranged I come to know Him,

My solitude has freed me,

For I have come to know the Divine