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Like Mist in the Cold, Dark Night

A jubilant answer to pain

Once, I was so sad and lonesome then Never could find the peace I’d seek Lost was I, with none to follow in Nothing was enough for me

But I found a path out of darkness Living in truth, I see the light All my doubts and fears that followed me Vanished like mist in the cold, dark night

Giving in to all temptation, then Believing only in things in view Faith was but a distant memory Seeing life in a dismal hue

But I know now I am so powerful All things now are brought to light Anger and hate are none but shadow forms Slithering out with the cold, dark night

Trapped by my own vain recognizance Living in the prison that I built Projecting fear on all in front of me Obsessing o’er my rampant guilt

But by the Spirit, I am purified Mind now clear — my soul so light Clouds of pain that towered over me Disappear now into that cold, dark night

Envy crowded out my consciousness Wishing for more, I always did Saw but lack in my own circumstance Pandora’s Box without a lid

But I know now abundance follows me All is mine by divine birthright Thoughts of lack and all that comes with it Left behind within that cold, dark night

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