dark, my doubt; skim, my muttered faith

I walk the damp corridor of shaded and filtered light

bearing in mem'ry the martyrs of Japan

their Rising Sun

empty dreaming, ones response to fate

helpless forgetting the torture-plight

for what would I say standing before the inquisitor's mace

coaxing me to renounce my faith

is Jesus alive enough that I'd offer my life to death

I can only hope the coward in me would sputter Yes

Following Night's yonder star

Through the woods you lead me

along my path to Dawn

to your Tree uplifted

to say "Into your hands"

Along that road to Daybreak

through the dark-wood beckoning

with tears during the trekking

and visions ever harkening

I stare straight through the Night

along the challenging journey

entrusting myself to your Spirit

the compass for my wandering

I stumble into Dawn

saying farewell to my crutches

to the landmarks I had chosen

walking where you've led

following Night's yonder star