Dungeon

It's so dark here in the dungeon My heart pounds with fear I fall with my face to the ground I hear a soft whisper Jesus is here My soul fills with peace At the sound My eyes adjust To a small beam of light From a crack which appears 'Neath the door I stand to my feet And I put my hand on the latch I have no earthly thought What's in store The door opens up to a glorious light Its brilliance is piercing but sheer It's heavy and soft and it caresses my heart With an absolute absence of fear I see His face in the light There's no darkness, no night And I know that I now understand All of my doubts become dust in the wind As I feel the soft touch of His hand His face His face alone The answers to all of my questions Are shown His face His face alone Even death Will become his minister When he finally Calls me Home