All my days, I served an idol;
the image in the mirror was that idol.
I called good evil, and evil I called good;
my heart cared not for the One who died.

Not knowing that Hell was my destiny,
the Devil convinced me this was not true.
My life was a repeat of sin, day after day;
when I looked inward, all was black as the night.

My dark heart was pleased by sin;
wickedness delights the unconverted heart.
To be true, my heart only knew how to be
depressed, displeased, and discounted.

I searched for hope in all around me,
but none brought hope to my hopelessness.
It was on a September morning—

there was at last a light
at the end of my tunnel.
It shone so bright in my heart;
was this the hope I had been longing for?

It was—it was that faithful King.
God reached down and pulled me from the pit;
the valley of despair is no longer my dwelling.
He caused me to stand on the peak.