Mar 18, 2008 11:42
The shadow keeps me lost and cold,
It hides the light I've always know.
As I grow frightened, it grows bold
And blind, I am alone.
It weakens me, I suffocate
It's thickness compresses hard.
Forgotten all, except for hate,
My insides it has charred.
I know I will be nothing soon
For help I'm desperate to find.
From my depths proceeds a tune
And hums into my mind:
"I need Thee, Oh! I need thee,
Ev'ry hour I need Thee!
Oh bless me now, my Savior,
I come to thee!"
My silent plea in my head resounds
And I gather the last of my will
To open my eyes on which the darkness so pounds,
In which the blacknes does fill.
Suddenly, a gold-white burst appears
And shakes with triumph the floor
The once crippling evil it sears
Throughout it's evil core
The blanketing warmth comforts me
And reminds me of past peace
My Savior's arms my shackles free,
My faith and hope increase.
I know from that how evil will be
When hate I fail to cease.
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