 This song, like almost all the laments, mixes cries for help with songs of praise. When I pray these songs in times of trouble, singing joyous and loud to wake the dawn, I'm not trying to forget or whitewash suffering. I'm praying the only way I know how, is music. And so I sing, even when the only thing steadfast about my heart is its rhythm. The drumbeat to a song I am trying to believe. I rest in the shadow of your window.