in the weak of night

fitless sleep

struggle inside

cannot grab a comfort hold

nerves on edge

awake and up

and down asleep again

awake attack

spirit in the night

shadow man

messing with my mind

dark and fitless

worthless evil

wanting a hold by dark

to rend my mind

hanging by a thread to sanity

a voice comes,

takes my hand

he comforts me

he fills my mind with words

i hold onto his hand,

with my mind

to his hand

to his voice

i’m okay now,

though the taint

of stain

of the thing that’s utter black

no light,

no heart,

just black intelligence

filled with hate

is gone

for now

it's always there

seeking whomever to attack

to overcome and fill

and harass

and kill

were it not for him,

who is Lord of lords

and everything

the black of hate

would overcome

he gives us power over demons

belong to him

his name is Jesus,

speak his name

seek the Lord,

while he can yet be found

wait for him in everything,

take his hand

and walk,

you will not be ashamed