1. He made the night a refuge
And rode upon it as a mount

2. A servant who was once
Extravagant, then remorseful

3. Bowing, prostrating to Him
Seeking nearness tirelessly

4. Fear forced his tears
To soak the earth’s soil

5. If you could see him when he calls
Like a veiled king

6. Forgive me, for I have ridden
The command to excess

7. My crimes have earned me
An earnings, miserable earnings

8. Then he trembles like a stalk
When the wind blows

9. He feels safe from fear then
Thinking it will not disappoint