As praying hands for me to drown,
With my last breath, my last decree
That my next, be next to Thee.
Though the sun may tempt my thirst,
And desert sands may do their worst,
As the deer pants for relief,
I shall long to taste belief.
Beneath the moon the Darkness lies,
Not to be seen lest in disguise,
Wrapped in shadow and draped in night
One goal only: to vanquish Light.
I shall not fear, though fear draws close,
In His peace I shall repose.
For He has promised and will uphold,
In Him rest for my weary soul.