Rain on the Window Pane

I lay in bed and hear refrains,
Of raindrops hitting the window pane.
Phantom noises playing games,
Drops of sweat, tears, and pain.

The sun lay low so far away,
Night ‘ere waits for break of day.
Shadows full of mean, cold rain,
That fell before, and continue today.

Darkness sits outside this place,
There it waits for unlucky prey.
With every evil eagerly in wait,
I hope in Jesus Christ and pray.