When I am weak, and cannot move
The light does bring the ill to me
And I can see in powers that prove
That there is still much strength to be.
Again I leave my restful state
To help a friend I've heard has cried.
Never slowed by words of hate.
Hearing none- save the infinite guide...
She shall lead me home,
Though I must 1st serve all was made
(...chaotic schemes as yet unkown...)
My ignorance shall surely fade...
-As truth into my soul is thrust-
Until The Day: In Faith I Trust.