Dungeon

It's so dark here in the dungeon
My heart pounds with fear
I fall with my face to the ground
I hear a soft whisper
Jesus is here
My soul fills with peace
At the sound
My eyes adjust
To a small beam of light
From a crack which appears
'Neath the door
I stand to my feet
And I put my hand on the latch
I have no earthly thought
What's in store
The door opens up to a glorious light
Its brilliance is piercing but sheer
It's heavy and soft and it caresses my heart
With an absolute absence of fear
I see His face in the light
There's no darkness, no night
And I know that I now understand
All of my doubts become dust in the wind
As I feel the soft touch of His hand
His face
His face alone
The answers to all of my questions
Are shown
His face
His face alone
Even death
Will become his minister
When he finally
Calls me
Home