in them I see the light

who are they for you

the day is done here comes the night

a time of either fear or flight

still, these emotions I fight

in myself I cannot see the light

 

the chanting starts out soft and low

but its power seems to grow

still, standing out here in the snow

out here I cannot see the light

The chruch, it rises tall and grand

as if to shake the good lords hand

but even when in this hall I stand

in it I cannot see the light

 

though my friends around me gather

for me alone and no other

to hold me up and not to smother

but in them I cannot see the light

 

In truth there is I must confess

only few in which I find tenderness

and them I do my best to bless

for in them I see the light

Author's Note

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