I well remember that day
Of blackness both within and without.
The spirit was far away,
As I'd turned back to old sins and doubt!
As I'd not any good works about!
As I broiled in bitterness about!
As I seethed and raised my voice to shout!
Of blackness both within and without.
The spirit was far away,
As I'd turned back to old sins and doubt!
As I'd not any good works about!
As I broiled in bitterness about!
As I seethed and raised my voice to shout!
I well remember the day
I came to myself, all alone.
All I could think of was to pray.
I grieved for the good I had known!
I came to myself, all alone.
All I could think of was to pray.
I grieved for the good I had known!
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