Jubilee

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.