Born into the darkness
Called into the light
Bearing pain in sadness
Holy is my plight.
'Morrow is with question
Day is turned to night
Selfishness be foreign
Relief be near in sight
On comes hope forgotten
Here it is forthcoming
Like a breath of softness
Prayed for its' becoming
Jesus brings it with Him
In His brilliant light
Sweeping out the cobwebs
Making me alright
Never will I leave Him
Never will I stray
He is my beloved
Always His, I pray
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