Beyond my garden refuge
In the world a battle rages.
Between the light and darkness,
It storms across the ages.

No swords, no shields, no battlefields
It is a war I cannot see.
But each new day, when I come to pray
The battle is over me.

Will I be captured by the darkness
A prisoner of despair?
Or will I join the throng of light
That struggles in the air?

The choice is there before me,
As I think to seize the day.
Within the garden refuge
Where I have come to pray.

(c) 1994 Dan Mayhew