The Beautiful Illuminated Blackness

I've crawled to the edge of my own darkness, and I only wanted a small taste I swear; And I heard the prophets of the ages screaming, There's just no coming back from there; But they were my own unexplained poor choices, to gaze into the chasm far beyond; For I had to be illuminated in blackness, Long before my light could ever shine on. I danced daily with my own demons, until the harvest moonlight died; And I saw the Angels turn their backs on me, Yes, I swear I heard them cry; But I think they knew deep down inside, That I would be back before too long; They knew I had to be illuminated in blackness, Long before my light could ever shine on. There's that little part in every good soul, that wanders where he should not go; And a very patient loving God, just smiles and lets us go; Until we come crawling back into the light, And realize it's where we always belonged; But we must be illuminated in the blackness, Before our light will ever shine on. Carl A Fraser