Blessed love can never be despair, 
For the Creator knows the heart’s hidden prayer —
Even words the lips refuse to bear.

The thoughts of men are fleeting, vain, 
Chasing dust, a dying flame. 
But Heaven’s law stands firm, untamed — 
Like stars in a soul unstained. 

Nothing is darker, nothing as dire, 
As spurning the light of God’s own fire, 
And calling truth a fleeting shade 
That leads where all is lost, unmade.

No horror cuts so deep, so true, 
As turning from the light that’s due, 
Embracing ghosts that fade to black,
And never, ever lead you back.

If the light inside you turns to night, 
How deep then is the dark’s embrace? 
When trust in Heaven’s will takes flight, 
A blind man walks in endless waste. 

None shall see the gates of Grace 
Till the heart is cleansed, unveiled, 
Till it turns from its defiant way — 
And lets the Light inside it stay.