With silver tongue, does sin cause doubt.
The slithering whispers no hope can stay,
In the hidden darkness accusations shout.
The jagged arrows tear soul away.
Frantic fear in which I slave
Despise the lawless in which I crave
Shaken beneath a disturbed foundation
Trembling on these vile tribulations.
When the Temptor cause soul despair
The shackles keep within the lair
Of guilt and shame, the ball and chain.
The spotted canvas my soul destains
Soften my hardened heart, the Narrow Light.
Shatter and break with all your might.
Renew the path, illumine my sight.
My sin to quake, flees the night!
What hope can stay, within the haze
So come what may, level the maze,
Another path, leave the end
No fearful wrath, around the bend.
Make as snow, from muddled guilt
Cleanse from within, the plaque walls built.
Remove from mind, what plagues to haunt
To restore as new, come thou font.
josiahling 