The Light in Life's Darkness

They glimmer, and they sparkle, and they twinkle, far away;
And we see them in the nighttime, but they're also there by day;
And no matter what our troubles are, they never go away.
 
Even when the clouds are thickest, and the strongest windstorms blow;
Even when the night is darkest, and the day has lost its glow;
Even then the stars are shining on this troubled world below.
They glimmer, and they sparkle, and they twinkle, far away;
Yet we know that they are mortal, no matter what poets say.
And, someday, they will crumble; even stars must end one day.
Yes, one day they will crumble, and their light will disappear;
But there is no cause for weeping, and there is no cause for fear.
The stars are not our source of joy as we live our exile here.
In the black of life's darkness, when the light seems all but gone,
And we cannot see the reason, but just struggle blindly on,
We must always look to Heaven as we wait for Heaven's dawn.
Even when the clouds are thickest, and the strongest windstorms blow;
Even when the night is darkest, and the day has lost its glow;
Even then the Help is shining on this troubled world below.
He glimmers, and He sparkles, and He twinkles, come what may;
And we see Him in life's nighttime, but He's also there by day;
And no matter what our troubles are, He never goes away.


 
 
 
 
 

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