As I walk this path of death,
This path of death and tears,
Upon my back I feel his breath,
The Father of all Fears.
The darkness on this Path
Closes in and presses down.
Within I sense Beloved's wrath;
My heart trembles at the sound.
Blind I am, chased by my own god.
He seeks me now to enslave me again.
On this Path, my feet have already trod,
Both then and now, moving toward a bitter end.
Yet now I hear Your voice ahead,
Shining through my darkest night.
You'll rescue me from what I dread
When I'm following Your golden light.
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