The Guiding Light
When my world grows dim, I trust the guiding light.
At times the world seems a lie, with nothing to believe.
Against a darkened sky a single flame burns bright.
Facts can obscure the truth when handled with slight,
for there is one among us who is working to deceive.
When my world grows dim, I trust the guiding light.
When I can't be certain of my left hand from my right,
because for all my years I'm still foolish and naive,
Against a darkened sky a single flame burns bright.
Weary from the battle though I think it worth the fight
to strengthen what remains for those here when I leave.
When my world grows dim, I trust the guiding light.
Stumbling in the darkness for faulty is my sight,
watching unravel before us more than we've achieved.
Against a darkened sky a single flame burns bright.
Afraid I have not the faith to walk when finally night,
I hear the familiar whisper, "only receive."
When my world grows dim, I trust the guiding light.
Against a darkened sky a single flame burns bright.
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2018
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