Best Hope
. for public domain
Cling unto the Precious Light,
clinging will be all,
when the last breath falls your lips
the last day of your Fall.
Clinging to the Precious Light
long after Adam's Fall,
when hands of darkness held their grip,
Heaven heard his call.
Cling unto the Precious Light,
shivering and small,
as written in the Holy Script,
Heaven answers ev'ry call.
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