I didn’t know I lived in darkness, who but God could give this light?
The moth needs the candle, who but God could give this light?
I hadn’t seen the world because I lived on the back side of the moon
Suddenly there was you and lots to see, who but God could give this light?
Every night must end; I was dreaming I was sleepless.
Dark brightens when I whisper your name, who but God could make dark bright?
You have seen me naked and ugly. All my deformities are visible.
Your clarity alarms me. Who but God could give all this for sight?
Dumb in the darkness, I knew no better. I also knew no pain.
You illuminate me and I cringe. Who but God could give all this to light?
I know now I was dead in darkness. I need to be healed by your love.
You smile shines like a saving beacon, who but God could shine this light?
Your absence defines what I now know is darkness.
Plunged in awareness between joy and sad, who but God could finally make me bright?