The Light When you are at your lowest Nothing seems to matter anymore; You want to give up and give in Knowing life holds nothing for you in store. You are as low as a snake's belly Rubbing the ground as you crawl along; Your ears so blocked you cannot hear Even the most precious words in a song. Then from somewhere deep inside your heart A small voice calls our your name; You raise your head and listen All the while thinking you surely are insane. It is then the beam of light descends on you To lighten your world of gloom; That sweet and precious light of the angels Could surely brighten the darkest room. It is God's voice calling to you Telling you He will always be there; No matter what the problem may be He, like no other will always care. So my friend, when you are feeling your lowest And the world seems to hold nothing anymore; Look up to the heavens and search for the light Follow the hand of God forevermore. Copyright November 2001 Jarrett's Mom |
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