Night follows day
just as sorrows follow joy.
Your play of love and loss
is ceaseless.

I move on
in rhythmic song and dance,
in harmony with Your cadence.

Suddenly my steps miss a pace
and I slip behind.
O swift moving one,
I try to gather momentum
and move anew.

I pass my days of mirth
in the midst of radiant joy
then, suddenly, darkness descends;
I am overwhelmed
and cry in pain.

O Lord, You come
to wipe away my tears with love
and make my life effulgent.