What I Know

I know what it’s like to feel empty and lost, deep within winter, shattered with frost where all thoughts are tortured, distorted and crossed I know what it’s like to feel hated, insulted, my integrity and being reviled and assaulted, never once asked the truth and never consulted I know what it’s like to court suicide to be driven to corners where black horrors hide and nightmares and gargoyles live deep inside I know what it’s like to seek a way out from a place filled with sorrow, frustration and doubt, where no one can hear my despairing great shout On the other hand, though, I know just as well what it’s like in high places, far beyond hell where everything’s peaceful and loving, and well And I know what it’s like to be joyous and kind, to have sins forgiven, mistakes left behind and it’s here, in this state, redemption I’ll find I know, with His Grace, His incredible kindness He’ll embrace & enfold me in His Arms, where I’ll find rest and be finally healed from this burning soul blindness