Before me every knee shall bend.
By me every tongue shall swear.
Where do our paths wend.
Can we ever try to dare.

I am the Lord unrivalled.
I form the light and create the dark.
This truth cannot be denied.
As we try to renew the spark.

I make good fortune.
And create calamity.
And we importune.
For we are one family.

Like St John we can only pray.
More than that we cannot say.

…. …

Dark night of the soul
Comes to all of us some times
We can only pray

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See Isaiah 45: 6-8, 18, 21-25