Gloom, doubt, fear, stalked in
-like ugly frogs in mire-
tried to squeeze into my inner place,
silence I embrace.
No, I cannot be robbed of what I own,
then came the call,
"step out with your sword".
That voice my sunken senses stirred,
my heart rebelled
against that which would steal
my peace, my freedom.
God stands by me in heaven and in hell
His Word-- refining, blazing torch
I shall Him praise
within His healing grace.