In the quiet of the night, when the world feels so cold,
 You wonder if your story’s worth being told.
 With success that fades and prayers that fall flat,
 God hears your whisper, oh, He knows where you’re at.
 You’re feeling so broken, like a ship lost at sea,
 But there’s one thing, my friend, that will set you free.
 It’s not about the praise, or the deeds you can show,
 It’s the heart that’s contrite, that He longs to know.