Chapter 2

Lord, you hear my cries in the night.

My tears, you dry up.

Thoughts of lost ones compass me like settled stones.

My future, you take up in your hands, and give me hope.

My expectation crumbles.

Yet, I turn back to you for my help.

You deliver me out of all my troubles.

Your arms cover me and nestle me close.

I hold my place in the savior Jesus Christ because he knows this place well.

The nights are long and no one stays awake with me.

Sleep runs from my eyes, and rest is a stranger.

But you, Oh Lord, restore my strength.

You give me a place to lie down in the middle of the storm.

Though the waves turn about, I do not fear death.

I am fast asleep in your arms.