Swimming in darkness Comforted by demons Drowning in darkness Tormented by demons Then that light beckoned— Through the darkness like a lighthouse, Shining on me—drowning and tormented—like a mirror, Becoming a lifeline. In the night, a calling from Him— A calling to His form of commitment, A calling through a film, A calling to His love. Taking darkness from my heart, Allowing me to keep a part of it— A test to see when I’d fully surrender To His will over mine.