Doubts crowd me
They close me in
Force me to see
A distorted illusion
Twists my mind
Makes me question
Make me blind
Gives no progression
Then, there He is
The source of creation
How wonderful He is
To grant me salvation
To choose a boy
To act as my guide
To show me joy
And stay by my side
So now when I
Am forced on my knees
He hears my cry
And responds to my pleas
He gives me light
In my pit of despair
And holds me tight
When evils pull elsewhere
He is my loving prince
A gift most undeserved
Grateful to him since
My happiness he’s preserved
He calms my fears
He heals my heart
He stops my tears
Before they start
My gift from God
Alleluia, Glory Be!
I give thanks, my Lord
You have set me free!