“And God said, ‘I will be with you.'”
And shall we fear to walk within
The shadowed heart of evil flame?
Great unseen stones raise their dead hands,
Harsh whispers of a silent fear
Where lost men grope without a name,
And yet the staff of God we bear.
The shrouding mist about us winds
Within a swirl of settling fear;
Yet in the deepest darkness blind,
Behold, in deeper silence find
The Angel of His presence, near.