Christian
Loneliness and dark filled days, Wash over me like ocean spray, Evil coming, to my way, Until then comes His Light. At first a spark or little glow, A face or smile that gives me hope, Then just like a harp that's played so low, Until then comes His Light. A stirring wave upon the sea, A star in darkness, over me, God is here for all to see, Until then comes His Light. A Prayer that comes but not with words, His Light with me which gently stirs, My thoughts rise up from deepest mud, Until then comes His Light. Not found in boxes well adorned, Or in some books old, shelved and worn, Nor in a person, despite the hopes, Until then comes His Light.