In The Night

Kristine Cucinotta Murphy

So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. Jeremiah 18:3-4

In the night it’s very dark
But that’s where I see Your spark
In the times of solitude
You, God change my attitude
In all reverence for You, here am I
You know my heart and hear my cry
But, tonight I just seek your face
To rest in you and your bountiful grace
To admire You and bask in you, perfect love
Wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove
To embrace you above, I am here
Lifting me up into another atmosphere
Everything else fades away
Nothing but you matters to me this day
I value you God, Holy and righteous
I must have you and your gentleness
Your Spirit God and fire to burn
Keep me in your presence to not turn
A cloud in the sky, a vapor in the wind
A precious moment with You God I don’t want to end
Here am I, to worship at your feet
No words needed, your comfort is sweet
My undivided attention to you I give
There is no other life, I desire to live
Just here with you in quiet and peace
You lift me above the chaos, you made it cease
Being still in your presence is all I desire
Carried away by Your Holy Spirit and fire
To breathe in your breath you gave me
Exhale the tender touch of your intimacy
To stay here with you God is all I ask for
You are my God, My Savior
A million miles away from all the world’s cares
A night in the dark with you my eye stares
At the brilliance of your light
So soft, warming, pure and bright
No worries nor a single fear
I love you O God, I am here
Where you called me
Where I am to be
In your Holy presence I see your face
Melting every infirmity, leaving not a trace
No where am I found by a single person
Under your wing, in my Strong Tower, I sit and listen
To the whisper of your still small voice in my ear
As my heart pounds in response, Yes God, I am here
You are my everything, You, I can’t live without
I praise you, God, it’s me you sought
You chose me before I was even born
My heart continues to yearn
For your hands to mold and pamper
Where my heart belongs in the hands of my Creator