Still and quiet came the voice
In the dark of night
While I struggled in my heart
to do the things of right
I look around uncertain
this voice had called for me
A woman bound in chains
with eyes that yet could see
Again it came to sweet and clear
Across the still of night
"I am come to set you free
to give you new sight"
Could it be - this sweetest voice
was speaking just to me?
Had he look upon this life
ruined though it be?
Gentle words to filled with peace
I heard him speak my name
And like a breaking deep within
fell open my heart and shame
"Daughter, come and rest in me,"
with such gentleness he spoke.
And finally that last wall
crumbled down and broke.
I called out to him in agony
seeking out his face
And I was consumed by love,
washed by matchless grace
Still and quiet comes his voice
speaking just to me
In times trouble, he reminds me
I've been set free.
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