You come and sneak in dead of night, To thief again more sacred light.
The light you steal, it burns your soul, A heavy price for fleeting goals.
For hidden deeds done in the shade, Will one day stand in light displayed.
The debt you build with secret strife, Will cost you more than fleeting life.
For nothing hidden stays concealed, Before the truth, all is revealed.
The light of God no thief can claim, It shatters lies, it ends all games.
Return to truth, forsake the night, And walk again in holy light.
Repentance heals the wounds of theft, And grace redeems what sin has left.
For stolen light was never yours, But mercy waits at heaven’s doors.