One night as I slept
early in the morning
I woke up to singing
hymns of praise and glory

There was no one there
I was all alone
at three in the morning
sleeping in my room

I opened the shades
for it couldn't be true
there was no one there
but still, there was singing

A heavenly sound
of young boys in chorus
a chanting as such
coming from my ear

Still in disbelief
I fell to the ground
looked under my bed
nothing to be found

I sat on the bed
enjoying the sounds
giving thanks
and giving praise
to the One whose
glory abounds