Never has it been so dark,
Rarely has it been so drear,
Hanging o’er my head an axe
Causing me such dreadful fears.
Eerie sounds of unknown source;
Swirling mists with lingering chill,
Self the cloak I huddle in
Feeling wretched, lost and ill.
Far away a cheery glow
Like a halo soft and bright
Beckons me to venture near
Creeping through the starless night.
The lamp of faith is offered me
Revealing then, a face so kind
Dispelling soon the fear of night
Comfort, now, in Christ I find.
When hand in hand I walk with Him
The axe-head always disappears
I’ll gladly trust my faithful Guide:
He gives me courage, hope and cheer.
