Jesus, guide my hand

"Jesus, Guide My Hand” Through realms unknown, Where shadows stretch beyond the mortal stone. In cryptic halls where angels dare not tread, In catacombs of the waking dead. The stars above, once cold and vast Now whisper hymns of ancient terrors past. Thy cross, a sigil will now anchor me, Dispels the void and speaks thy holy name. I walked where elder things do lie, Their dreams a curse beneath an ebon sky. Yet in that gloom, Thy mercy pierced the veil, A beacon bright and true where mortal strength would fail. No tome of madness, nor apocrypha lore, Can match the grace Thy blood out pours. Though time may rot and bone may bend, Thy love everlasting remains eternal. May it never end. So let me write, with trembling, yet faithful pen, Of wonders wrought beyond the realm of mortal men. For in Thy name, the cosmos finds its peace— With that, even elder horrors yield and cease.