In the silence of vast spaces wide,
With God, one’s never left aside.
Though lonely roads may stretch and wind,
With Him, true comfort one shall find.
In His embrace, stars softly gleam,
Illuminating every dream.
Yet without Him, nights grow cold,
Echoes of emptiness unfold.
But to be alone, without His grace,
Is to drift in an endless, darkened space.
No anchor, no light, no guiding hand,
Lost amid shifting sands that sink.
With the Divine, loneliness fades,
In His warmth, all shadow evades.
But without, the void grows deep and broad,
For the loneliest is alone, without God.