In The Quiet of the Night
I’m listening in the quiet of the night;
As leaves are rustling softly in the wind.
I strain to hear the voice of my Beloved,
For I have fixed my heart on only Him.
I wait, but my Beloved has not come.
I must remain awake, to hear His call.
His voice is sometimes softer than a whisper.
If I should sleep, I won’t hear Him at all.
There…I hear Him now. His voice like music
Gently lulls my anxious heart to sleep;
Whispering that He’ll stay with me forever.
And as I dream, my heart He’ll safely keep.
Oh, my Beloved, stay with me tonight.
And wake me gently with the morning light.
Lisa DeVinney is a homemaker and mother of six in upstate New York. She enjoys photography and writing devotional poetry in her spare time. Lisa is the author of several books, including a devotional entitled I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes. She also maintains her own website at liftingmyeyes.com