Brilliant as the sun,
my Lord doth shine.
Warming my skin,
tingling so fine.
I feel his arms,
holding me tight.
Even throughout,
the darkest of night.
While my soul endures,
thy torrent storm.
In the end,
it takes new form.
Reborn again,
to feel renewed.
Never to understand,
without going through.
Completely made whole,
with fired up spirit.
Never again evil,
am I to fear it.
