It’s 1 a.m. and I’m watchful
The night is quiet
My soul cries out to you 
And you know why

My spirit connects with Yours
Where are Your arms? 
I wish I can physically be in them

Then I hear you say, “You are not there on your bed alone…you are here with Me”

My room disappears and I’m lying underneath a huge tree
I see nothing else but this beautiful tree
Rustling leaves, winds blow gently, sunlight beams through each of the branches

Absolute peace is felt 
Your presence filled everything