Making the Most Of Thus- by: unknown forgotten

Dear Lord
What a night

In the midst of my destruction you came
You came along and brought light
If you hadn't shown you ethereal presence
Never would I have survived such a night

I stood in a lot of quicksand this eve
I put myself in the death trap that incinerates
I faced my enemies
I faced my friends
I stood before my faults yet held up my legs

Without you my knees would have buckled
You don't understand the strength you withhold
Oh triumph that it itself does not know
I am alive on a night I would never show

Even though you departed early
You gave me strength to shine on
You nearest to me, your face into mine

How does God show his beauty?
He does show it through yours and thine