You've searched me and You've known me
When I rise up
When I walk out
You read my thoughts

Running all around
Search out my paths
And my lying down
You're not surprised

By any of my ways
And my heart is counting on it
While I wait
Before there was a word

Dripping off my tongue
God, you already heard it
And then it is sung
You hem me in and run

Ahead of both my feet
Order all my steps
And dream up all my dreams
Faithful to the end

Father and my friend
My Heart lays before You

Midnight
You catch every tear I cry
Midnight
I can feel You by my side

Where can I go?
Where can I flee?
There's not one place
That You cannot see

Heaven or Hell
Dark caves and trees
Mountains and hills
Desert or Deep

Even in my lungs
The air that I'm breathing is Yours

Midnight
You catch every tear I cry
Midnight
I can feel You by my side

See I will (I soak my bed with tears)
Still close (still feel Your presence near)
Oh, my sorrow (oh, through heartache, pain and fears)
You carry me God (You carry all my years)

I soak my bed with tears
Still feel Your presence near
(Through every heartache) oh, through heartache, pain and fears

(God You carry me) You carry all my years, yeah
Where can I go?
Where can I flee?
There's not one place

That You cannot see
Heaven or Hell
Dark caves and trees
Mountains and hills

(Oh, Desert or Deep) Desert or Deep
Even in my lungs
The air that I'm breathing is Yours
Midnight

You catch every tear I cry
Midnight
I can feel You by my side
All my tears

God, You know what I am, I'm crying out
Now, I'll drop forth
Apart from Your emblem
Oh-ooh

You've searched me and You've known me
When I rise up
When I walk out
You read my thoughts

Running all around
Search out my paths
And my lying down
You're not surprised

By any of my ways
And my heart is counting on it
While I wait

Reflection:

Sometimes… midnight is more than just a time on the clock.

It’s a place.
A pause between yesterday and tomorrow.
A sacred space where the world goes quiet—but my mind doesn’t.
It’s where my thoughts get loud.
Where my fears come out of hiding.
Where the pain I shoved down all day suddenly sits at the edge of my bed… refusing to leave.

Midnight is where the fight begins.
Not with fists or noise, but with whispers and weight.
I wrestle with questions I don’t dare say in the light:
“Am I really seen?”
“God, are You still with me?”
“Why does it still hurt?”

And sometimes, I feel the enemy creeping in.
Not in horns and smoke, but in thoughts that sting—
“You're forgotten.”
“You're not enough.”
“God’s not listening.”

And yet… in the middle of that silent war, something shifts.

It’s not loud.
It’s not dramatic.
It’s the still, steady presence of a God who never left.

Because when I stop… when I pray… when I whisper His name through gritted teeth or tearful sighs—
He answers.
Not always with a solution.
But always with Himself.

His presence.

And suddenly, midnight isn’t just a battlefield.
It’s holy ground.
A place where sorrow and faith collide.
Where I may soak my bed with tears, but I still feel His nearness.
Where I don’t have to pretend to be strong, because He already knows every weakness—and chooses to stay anyway.

I realize now…
Midnight isn’t the end. It’s the turning point.
Because even in the darkness, God is light.
Even in the silence, God is near.
Even in my breaking, God is holding.

So I breathe.
I weep if I must.
But I will not fear.

Because I am not alone.
Not then.
Not now.
Not ever.