Publisher's Synopsis
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.
