When worries trouble even peaceful night, I wake to You, O God, as if You’d brought a lantern swift to bathe me in its light, illuming the felt dark cave of my thought. Your love surrounds me, and once more I see and know anew that I am not alone to fight the sense of loud futility that seems to often deafen with its tone.
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