What fills the hours between sleep

I never gathered figs from a thorny branch,
I never picked a grape off a bramble bush!
For the past five; almost six years now,
(Our Lord is come!)
You haven't once looked at me with kindness in your eyes;
And you say Judas is a brother of mine?
(Oh what'd I say?!)
Oh, but sister in our darkness a light shines!
And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life,
Is how the light is GOD!
And though I've been mistaken on this or that point,
That light is nevertheless God.