It was a smooth ride, into the dark: I will never leave you, nor forsake you:
The kindling was dry; you gave the spark...
To set the gates of hell on fire-
Spirits ridden: no longer the liar; or thief; or back-door man.
Nothing lost: you had a plan!
The gift that is given, how can it be sold?
It\'s more precious than rubies, silver, and gold.
Nothing can compare with it, he lightens our load: as lifts us up, out of the hole.