She cried for help in her ways
But no one turned an ear,
As she groped the walls of darkness
All alone and full of fear.

So she huddled in a corner
Too afraid to make a sound,
When terror seemed to grip her soul
From silence so profound.

Then all at once a mystic hand
Reached out and touched her face,
Sending shivers down her spine
Restoring her to faith.

She no longer gropes in darkness
For a twinkle's in her eye,
Put there by Love's great love for her
Whose love she can't deny.