I see a day when the night will surround me
With a light that my soul longs to see.
I pray I might hold the fight still within me
So the Christ would my being there find free.
What a battle!
Where I lose any sense when I choose
All the times when that secret enchantment
Is not clear but too mortally bemused.
Yes, till then I must hold on to that yearning
In a prayer that I keep near the heart
That forever more will keep my soul a burning
Till the end when the Spirit in me will start
And I’ll cling to that vision oh so fleeting
And prepare for the Truth that I will meet
That will keep in me the faithfulness still beating
For the Maker of the glory I will greet.