My God

If I should find myself in blackest night and fear is stabbin' me all over a tiny prayer cracks the dark with light and I here sounds behind my wall Inside, a still, small voice, it calls and calls Then like a thunder bolt it falls and falls My God When life becomes more real than children's games or we've become too old to play them We'll grow old gracefully we'll hide our shame but there's that voice behind the wall And like my conscience it is still and small Each word is mercy protects us all My God And like my conscience, it is still and small Each word is mercy, protects us all I was a boy when tempted fell sometimes and fell so low no one could see me save for the eyes of Him that sees my crime When sheep like me, have drifted lost all frightened children who are tempest tossed, down flies His wrath like an albatross My God