For many dark days it seemed I was alone;
afraid and sad, I thought I'd lost my way.
But God never leaves the scene.
His love, His care
can't be absent—ever.
So I listened.
And then, softly at first,
through all the loud arguments
of lost peace, lost purpose, lost hope,
came the voice I've come to trust.
And listening. . . listening
to only that voice
I heard.
I heard the clear, true song of Spirit.
And looking. . . looking
only toward the light of Truth
(instead of into clouds of doubt)
I saw.
I saw the peace, and purpose, and hope
that clouds can only hide.
The song began to grow and swell,
to fill me up, to overflow.
And as it rang,
God's constant care for me and all
so touched my heart, so lifted me,
there was no thought of darkness left,
no silent fear or shadowing doubt,
just full, sweet strains of confidence and joy
resounding, illuminating all.
