When darkness befalls me,
And I turn too lonely,
I see the dark grey sky
My soul does ask, “Why?”
One step is too tiring,
I think about stopping—
Dementors surround me
They swoop down with glee.
Lord give me a beacon,
Please write me a song
Please free me from prison
To hear the birds’ song.
Lord, help me to trust You
When I have no clue
You know what You’re doing—
Let me rest in You.
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