Through the deep, dark, and tangled mass,
I made my way; tearing,
Stiff branches out of my path, all obstacles,
I did succeed in overcoming.
But finding myself trapped, I clasped,
My worn-out hands in silent prayer,
But then I ceased to hope for light,
Upon finding none a desolate creature near.
Then on discovering my tear-bidden eyes,
Seeing heaven, receiving blessings of Christ,
Out of the windows I could see,
What future had decided to bring to me.