In my darkest days I still had you Christ
Regardless the torment bestowed upon me
No moment of torture was as great
As the peace of you with me in those days
It is but by your grace
That the most unknown souls to you, God
Are called to show the most devout of men
The true light of you, Christ
And the hypocrisy of our ways
What mischief complacency creates
Has been my saving grace
Some lost souls need be home to start again
Finding their way by their own hands
But not I Lord
When I pass and the faithful are sorted
Pride shall not laugh, for I will be
One of the devoutly departed
Written by: Brock Anthony Ventura