tunnel o' darkness draws
me, its realms, compel,
nothingness bares its claws
drowns me in its hell

its tendril'd shadows beckon,
shout out with no voice,
without sword or weapon
says 'you have no choice'.

fog of fear bares its teeth
in rictus of cruel malignity
in wait for me to give last breathe
to relinquish all my dignity

but He Who formed the shadow
formed the light
in marsh-mud muck, mire, slough,
is respite

with word, 'Let there be light',
as day the night
precedes, with hope, to shine,
to separate

You Who cause existence,
hear this prayer,
You Who hide in distance
know You're there

Sweet Mercy, show Your light,
Grant grace, grant respite.
For the sake of Your Presence
Let Your Glory know Your Pleasance.