A fire deep, in darkness burning bright
In soul’s great nothing lights new flame; dost man
Not know the lengths at which he’s bought, what price,
What Love, what Light, to bring an end to Night?

But is it that when on the cross Night ran?
Or does the Light destroy the Night? Does Sun
still raise into the sky? And healing hand
Be stretched out o’er the land? Then heal my land!

My heart is wrenched, though Spirit leads me come,
I find my heart feels hard! Can this great void
Be filled? This hardened, darkened soul is done!
My soul is flesh, is flesh not Night? Why run?

But Night is vanquished, souls regained. A boy’s
Great fear of Dark did go with Light, not toys.