In the stillness of the night, a light so pure and bright,
Guides my weary soul through the darkest plight.
With every prayer whispered, and every tear that falls,
I feel His love surround me, breaking through the walls.

The cross stands tall, a symbol of endless grace,
A beacon of hope in this vast and empty space.
His sacrifice, the ultimate act of love divine,
Reminds me daily of the Savior’s holy sign.

In moments of doubt, when shadows cloud my way,
His words uplift me, giving strength to face the day.
Through trials and tribulations, His presence remains,
A testament to faith that forever sustains.

So I walk this path with a heart full of trust,
Knowing in His promise, my soul is just.
For in the arms of Christ, I find my peace,
And with each step, my faith does only increase.