With trembling hands I touch the holy lore,
The pages glow beneath my eager gaze,
A light divine through darkness softly plays,
And echoes God’s own voice forevermore.
No chains can hold the soul His will restores,
With grace I rise where mountain heights upsoar,
A victor’s stream through me His mercy pours,
Renewed, I stand on faith’s eternal shores.

The peace He gives cuts doubt with sharpened blade,
My spirit leaps where mortal fears subside,
In truth I dwell, unbowed, through joy and strife.
His golden ray through sacred words invades,
To guide my path till shadows all divide,
With strength reborn, I claim the promised life.