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,
consoles;
consoles!
.
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!
Copyright ©Tamara Yancosky
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