Holy Spirit, my sweet guide;
within my heart, you abide.
Holding the terror of darkness at bay,
Your Light shines throughout my frenzied day.
Your power rooted in my soul,
Softening my pain that abounds,
You pardon my sins that had me drowned.
The demons run, with no delay;
they dare not provoke your wrath in this way!
You are my strength from sins of the night;
I am revived.
I am revived!
Temptation scourges restlessly,
stealing comfort without mercy;
robbing treasures, far beyond, costly.
Stirrings of the flesh distract faithfulness;
my sins bring distress,
I must confess;
I must confess!
He whispers, “Child, you can still hear
My voice through the thunder, near;
sin will not change my love for you;
I am here to escort you through.”
Quaking the night asunder, he whispers,
through the thunder;
through the thunder!
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