‘Amazing Grace, o how sweet the sound!’
Sound? Sweet sound?! All I know is screams and smoke!
In the top of this Tower, fear beats down
And the smoke of hate causes us to choke.
‘That did save such a horrid wretch like me.’
Those words of a wretch breathed out by me.
Now, I look at these words my family gave me,
And sing with Hope, setting my lungs free.
‘I once was lost, but now? I am found!’
I am lost in this maze of choking smoke,
The words help me lean on
The Word that was bound;
For me, for this moment, when I awake.
The world turns black, yet woe is not for me.
I was blind, but in His Grace, I see!