My lonely ice cold body was enwrapped
By golden love and warmth quite unsurpassed
I saw in my mind’s eye a tunnel black
To which I sped on a deep railway track
But as the golden kindness covered me
A sheet of tears fell like a mystery
I thanked the Person whom I could not see
And turned away from blackness ‘victory.
The struggle to return was not serene
I lived for months in struggle and sore pain
Yet I seemed to sense all would be well.
But of such stories who will ever tell?
The glory of the Lord is real and here.
No drugs are needed but our groans and tears
How my heart sings 