Be fearless they said,

As I sit distraught, yet tearless in bed

I fight though the torment of night, 

In hopes of tomorrow’s bright light

I struggle with the damages of life, 

As I remember the scars cut by that knife 

Oh the devil may try,

To get me to die

But yet I remember the Son,

And what he has done

Thus I push back the dark, 

And embrace that holy mark

The holiest of marks of God from above,

That tells me I am so greatly and forever most loved