Thief In The Night

If I was up at night and wide awake

Would I hear the sound so soft, so faint

Of the thief outside my door?

If I could see the world so dark, so dazed

Behold lightning flash from black to blazed

Would I still be blind at my core?

If I tried to steal away his mission

By taking stance as opposition

I would be more blind than before.

So when the thief does come, cloaked in the night

I will not take up the arms to fight

Surrendered, falling to the floor.

Being swept up and taken in that theft

To where pain and sorrows have all left

The moment of tremendous awe.

Now face to face I gaze upon this thief

Full of joy and certain with relief

I’m home eternal, evermore.