The Answer

Oh, lift me high above the mists that blowThroughout the valley of captivity!Hemmed in on every side, my heart is low,My thought is clouded, every step is slow.I seek with anxious tears for liberty.

Are you, my son, still searching in the nightFor that which lies about you everywhere?You dwell forever in the changeless lightOf My perfection. See, your way is bright!Before you called, I answered all your prayer.

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