I have seen the face of darkness
and I have felt the devil’s hand,
In shadows deep, where sin’s allure
did weave its treacherous strand.
Yet, through the abyss, a glimmer shone,
a beacon in the night,
The blood mercy of Christ,
a sacred balm, dispelling fright.
With power divine, the Savior’s grace,
a force to set me free,
From depths of despair, to heights of love,
a soul’s jubilee.
In Christ’s embrace, the shadows flee,
their grasp forever broken,
Redemption’s symphony resounds,
a melody bespoke.
So, let the verses rise like hymns,
triumphant and profound,
For in the arms of grace, I stand,
on hallowed, sacred ground.