When darkest night the stars concealed,
I in the depths to Thee appealed
and Thou in mercy my sorrows healed.
In Thy saving grace keep me sealed!
Deep in my heart or on battlefield,
make Thy truth my sword to wield.
To Thee, Good Lord, my way I yield;
guide me, pray, o Lion of the silver shield.
Prompt: Include or reference a rhyme, poem, or song in your story today. (I skipped the actual "story" part, but eh.)
Please review!
