When I am scared—You comfort me,
While nailed upon your torture tree.
I leap for joy with gleeful spring,
And love the Lord—as angels sing.
And on their tongues are golden harps,
They play Your song as fear departs.
They chant in key and and melt the lock,
That held me captive in the flock.
So now I fly without a care,
Of earthly things of here or there.
And in my flight—this vapor gust,
I feel your hand—You have my trust.
For when I look and see no things,
I wait for what your whisper brings.
I know you’ll guide me on my way,
To keep me from the birds of prey.
At last I see your glory shine,
It pierces through the heart of mine.
It swells until it can no more—
I see you standing at the shore.