By Genevie Goff
I know that God must walk these halls at night with me
And lay a calming hand upon my head.
I often see the glory of his compassionate face
And sometimes hear the firmness of his tread.
For when I encounter alone at night
A human soul stripped bare by fear or pain,
I know the words to speak to comfort him
And realize my prayer for guidance not in vain.
Or when I watch the warfare waged with life and death
I know that God is near, a force to feel and touch,
For I would surely be too small, and without strength,
To witness and to bear alone so much.