Why should I stand stock-still as timid deer
Each time a shadow flutters in my path?
A single beam of light
And I'm all right—
A light that shines right through the darkest fear
To prove I'm not a victim of His wrath—
The gentle touch of Soul
Gives me control.
Self-pity cannot draw another tear
From me as its unwanted aftermath,
For now at last I know
With whom I go.
