My Prayer to the Lord of Darkness

On stormy nights I see thy face
My Lord of Darkness;
In winter chill I feel thy grace
My Lord of Darkness.

Kind the hands thatc rush my life
They guide me to your Lotus Feet,
Quicksands of Time that suck my breath
But lead me to your Holy seat.

Dim your face where sunbeams fall
Sweet melodies serve to drown your call,
My soul in stupor there resides
Unaware of your glory bright.

Walk me not down primrose ways
For a life of strife I humbly pray,
Therein you stand in vibrant light
And I feel your presence every day.