Come the Light
By John Clare
For I have waited all the night
For the rising of the first light
In the depths of death I lay
Longing for the life of day
My soul in Sheol did dwell
Bound in dark cold of hell
In tears my bed was washed
Would the night wails ever stop!
The tormentor said curse God and die
You are but grass under night sky
In sorrow I said it must be so
For only this long night I know
Then from the darkest Sheol
A word scribed long ago
The Lord my God lightens my darkness
Light dawns in the darkness for the upright
The unfolding of His word gives light
From this dark dungeon I arose
Sweet light!
Pleasant to the eye from one whom the darkness he knows.
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