Loose with weariness was I Walking with my eyes half-closed My feet strayed onto strange paths Cloaked in dread and evil Trees leaned in to whisper lies Shadowed beasts lurked silently Only phantoms to my eyes Then they attacked Sweeping down from treetops dark Dashing in from thorns and briars A violent awakening Monsters of myth and legend Stalking our reality Screaming in utter terror But He comes and takes my hand I can see the monsters now But I also see His beauty