My Lord, let my eyes but catch a glimpse of Your splendor and I might be able to stay awake during this night season when contrary perceptions convince me You are far away. Where has my weary heart wandered that I have lost the sweet, contented assurance of being Yours, Jesus? My vital interest in You has not waned. But the shadows of adversity cast an eerie glow upon my devotion. I cannot feel Your left hand lifting my chin. I have lost the sense of Your strong right hand embracing me. The shade of despair has been covering my heart through secondary afflictions which have cooled the fires of my faith. Do You see the cloud that fogs my understanding, Lord? Do You know where I am beneath the gaze of this perplexing loneliness? The sunlit landscape of holiness has been momentarily darkened by unwarranted emotions. So, I lift my hands to You, my Salvation. I reach for You with sacred devotion because I have known the contentedness of being Yours. And I will yet praise You because of who You are. Through the sadness let my heart delight in my beloved because He is mine and I am His. For no divisionary emotion shall separate me from the One who loved me first. Under the uplifting Word of truth in Song of Solomon 2:16 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I bow in adoring prayer.

My beloved is mine, and I am His; He grazes among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 2:16, ESV