From the past a voice rings clear, Out from shadows dark deeds peer. Mem’ries of the man I was, Yet I’m free from this because Years before my day of birth You declared me of great worth, Debts you paid upon a tree Steadfast love you showed to me. Still the voices cry out loud Casting over me a shroud. Their words spices for my death Waiting for my dying breath. Even though their voices ring With a tune I once did sing, Not all songs of theirs are true, Shadows gone; you me renew. Voice of mine will sing a song, “Now to you do I belong. Deeds and darkened ways are past, Though I trip, your love’s steadfast.” Yet for me stands a pyre Built by lies of desire. Rumors false of deeds I’ve done And of paths I’ve never run. Voices are not just without Often self sounds evil shout, Taunting torture in my head Sparks the deathly wooden bed. Devil’s mask upon my soul, Dark facade in flaming roll. Even I am taken in By false claims about my sin. Voices, voices ever clear Lapping ’round me ev’ry year. Din of voices from all foes Corner me in cold repose. Frozen in a fearful state For last breath do I now wait. Yet I know for me you died On the tree for me you cried. Tears of love flow mingled down With the blood from thorny crown. Down the wood and to the earth, From the fire, my rebirth. Help this darkened soul of mine To be lit by love of thine. Still the voices of despair. Fill my mouth with holy air. Let my lips sing words of love Of your strength from high above, The strong fortress that you build Promises of yours fulfilled. Turn my black heart into white, Vict’rys prize in holy fight Lets my song of love ring high Far above despairing cry. One last thing, Lord, do I ask— Strength to finish my life’s task Free from lies and all false shame, Ever you my voice proclaim.