As surely as my heart fails, my love will come to me. My doubt will not prevail; my death cannot prevent Him. Oh, cowardice, how you take from me. (Or is it strength?) I know not. Truly I concede this. How beautiful that His Spirit returns for me, As elation brawls for dominion of my soul. Now I recall how I thought I found Him sleeping. But He was only still, And His eyes were filling me with strength prepared for death. Oh, cowardice, how you take from me. (Or is it strength?) I know not. Truly I concede this. I forgot that His Spirit was more than habitation. But how he kills my doubt before the loss can claim my life. I know the Spirit lives even in the blackest places. His love still weighs heavily upon my soul.