We gather in the morning,
the darkest hour of night
The darkest days of winter,
feeling for the light
Sitting in the silence,
as all the world's asleep The monks of Gethsemane,
the watch
they daily keep I'm a wayfaring stranger,
hungry for some
grace A soul forever searching,
a pilgrim to this
place I'm here to meet whatever is listening for
me here While all the world is waiting at the turning
of the year
Singing in the dark,
calling up the day
Morning with the voices,
opening the way
Sitting here in vigil,
waiting for the spark
That bursts into being,
singing in the dark
There at every hour,
it happens everywhere In the tenderest of times,
in faithful common prayer
The seen and the unseen,
for the many by the few There is always someone,
singing in the dark for you
Singing in the dark,
calling up the day
Joining with the voices,
opening the way
Sitting here in vigil,
waiting for the spark
That bursts into being,
singing in the dark
The prayer is never over
And the work is never done,
never done
We all
raise up our voices And our voices become one
Voices become one
Voices become one
When we think that we are lost
And out there on our own
And the dawn is in the distance Still we're not alone
Heaven is right here
If we open up our hearts
And join the choir That is singing in the dark
Singing in the dark,
calling up the day
Joining with the voices,
opening the way
Sitting here in vigil,
waiting for the spark That bursts into being,
singing in the dark