The Light

It was dark, oh so dark,
No light could there be seen.
Then like magic, a light,
A glimmering, as a candle small
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 it shines and stronger grows
As more and more
The people come to it
And worship God as the source,
The source of light and life.
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