_{FEAR THE DARK}

_{When I was young I feared the dark,}

_{And shunned its creeping shapes.}

_{The shadows on my wall became}

_{A dozen terrors without name;}

_{Ghosts that flowed through window frames,}

_{While monsters hid behind the drapes.}

_{My way to fight the darkness then,}

_{Was calling Mommy's name.}

_{She'd come to me in darkest night,}

_{And turning on the bedroom light,}

_{She'd calm away my nameless fright,}

_{Till not one ghost would still remain.}

_{But now I've grown and when it's dark,}

_{My mommy cannot come.}

_{I have to face the dark alone,}

_{The baby shadows fully grown,}

_{The terrors made of flesh and bone,}

_{That can't be killed by guns.}

_{So, how can grownups fight the dark}

_{When nighttime shadows fall?}

_{When still we're fearful on our beds,}

_{When tailored terrors fill our heads,}

_{And open up a vault of dread--}

_{What Name do we call?}

_{Well...Who can be there all the time,}

_{In dark hours of the night}

_{Hear our fear, our silent screams,}

_{Even enter in our dreams...}

_{Remove the terror of those scenes?}

_{It's GOD Who brings the Light!}