Light
It is true that decisions become tougher as life moves on.
But there is someone beside me when all hope is gone.
When all my rights turn deathly wrong.
He picks me up and makes me strong.
His gentle hands guide me,
and I voice this now so all can see;
the radiant light which grows in me.
With fervent faith, now I stand.
With open heart and open hand.
"Come and join me now," I say.
"And in this light we both shall stay."
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