I would never have known the face of the Beloved,
Had I not spent so much time in the dark.
‘Twas thru the nights spent clinging to His hand
That I learned the feel of His touch.
“Twas thru the years of straining, listening for His voice
That I learned the sound of His call.
Oh, dark night, an enemy me thought,
Rich treasures you award.
I would not know the face of my Beloved
Had I not spent so much time in the dark.
