The Light

It was dark, oh so dark,
No light could there be seen..
Then like magic, a light,
A glimmering,  as a candle smell
Glowed there in the dark.
And grew each passing day.
The dark did try to put it out
But could not do it
For it was the light of the world
That shone there.
Still itand stronger grows
As more and more
The people come to it
And worship God as the source,
The source of light and life.