When I alone yet in Her hands secure, Am hobbled still by the recent past Living in ignominy, impure, The words of the once beloved on me cast
A darkness darker than Walpurgis night, A shadow of the evil drawing near. And yet there is in me no hint of fright Or minuscule emotion based on fear.
When we surrender to the Lord our souls Evil lurks behind a friendly door And though the love and beauty once known falls On us, we are not alone, we can adore
The Master of our lives hid deep within Who knows us as His friend and as His kin.
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