Light
In life we stumble
From darkness to day
Hands groping, fingers grasping
Blind we see
How so?
We trust,
And in doing so we taste hope
In its warmth we bathe
Our meaning found
Our souls saved
Light
In life we stumble
From darkness to day
Hands groping, fingers grasping
Blind we see
How so?
We trust,
And in doing so we taste hope
In its warmth we bathe
Our meaning found
Our souls saved
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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