When summer day
 Decays to winters night 
Grasping for hope 
As dust In the breeze.
Falling onto bended knees
Gasping for a way to pray 
To the one who left you in the day.
So that you might fall
Onto bended knees.
 So you may look up 
And see the one for whom made the day 
And the darkness 
The summer and the winters night.
To find it well
To be broken
To be mended
To be made whole 
To feel within the pain of the unbearable
To know the glory of the incomprehensible.