The Other Side of Me

Out of the Night

Out of the stillness of the night

Came the sound of the night bird’s trill

It came through the window loud and clear

From the brow of the distant hill.

As I lay there and listened

To his melodious call

The answering trill came in on the wind

Faintly, barely heard at all.

‘Twas a glorious thing of joy to hear

Such beauty out of sight

It made me know that God was there

In the stillness of the night.