This fetid swamp I call my sty,
in dappled shadows here I lie,
That filtered image steals my sight,
prevents the truth; perception's light.

In self's conception, shadows creep,
in fear's illusions, poisons seep,
This sickness lurks, avails for me,
it mocks and taunts, it jeers with glee.

Within this whirlpool tossed and turned,
and for some warmth forever yearned
For though I swim in murky gloom,
I'll listen not to whispered doom.

I know in darkness God can see,
and always He remains with me,
I'll close my eyes so I perceive,
He'll not desert me, never leave.

Until I know my faith's restored,
I know in God my soul has soared,
Lion of Judah stands with me,
my pain is eased until I see.

So I'll not fear within this night,
my faith has eyes to clear my sight.