Singing In The Dark

We gather in morning,
The darkest hour of night,
The darkest days of the winter,
Feeling for the light,
Sitting in the silence,
As all the world's asleep,
The monks of Gethsemane,
The watch they daily keep.

I am a wayfaring stranger,
Hungry for some grace,
I am a soul forever searching,
A pilgrim to this place,
I am here to meet whatever,
Is listening for me here,
While all the world is waiting,
At the turning of the year.

Singing in dark,
Calling up the day,
Joining with the voices,
Opening the way,
Sitting here in vigil,
Waiting for the spark,
That bursts into being,
Singing in the dark.

Its there at every hour,
It happens everywhere,
In the tenderest of times,
In faithful, common prayer,
Seen and unseen,
For the many by the few,
There is always someone,
Singing in the dark for you.

Singing in dark,
Calling up the day,
Joining with the voices,
Opening the way,
Sitting here in vigil,
Waiting for the spark,
That bursts into being,
Singing in the dark.

The prayer is never over,
The work is never done.
We all raise up our voices,
And our voices become one,
Voices become one,
Voices become one.

When we think that we are lost,
And out there on our own,
And the dawn is in the distance,
Still, we are not alone,
Heaven is right here,
If we open up our heart,
And join the far-flung choir,
That is singing in the dark

Singing in dark,
Calling up the day,
Joining with the voices,
Opening the way,
Sitting here in vigil,
Waiting for the spark,
That bursts into being,
Singing in the dark.