Shining Light

The music of times past

The rhythm of years passed

Oh no longer will we be

The sons and daughters of Adam and Eve.

Whatever shall we say

On that glorious, moonlit day

When all will be done, 

The battles fought, our wars won?

Will we cry out to the Lord

Or will we speak of our own accord?

Not much longer will we ask,

“Can I have a meal or two

To save up for the bask?”

The time for crying is over and done,

The years of laborious labor are coming to an end.

The one who has saved us, He will once again send.

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