Has He Come For Me - Poem by Chance blumenstock
There is nothing left but darkness
Nothing left but unhappiness
I thought I was cool,
but was only a fool.
Thought I had it all,
it was the Devils call.
There is nothing but darkness
Where there is nothing but fearfulness
But wait, wait,
is this fate?
Can it be,
has He come for me
It is dark and I can not see,
but the voice, it tells me, 'Just believe'
Can it be,
is Satan deceiving me.
Oh Lord, is that your hand,
Are you hear to help me stand.
I rejected your name,
Made your religion just a game.
For all my trouble I put you to blame,
And now I hang my head in shame.
Your voice, Oh Lord, splits the silence
(like a triumphant trumpet in the midnight sky)
And I hear the Angels singing.
Your light shines in the midst of darkness
(like a lamp unto my feet)
And I see the Truth.
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