Hold High Your Light
When day has turned to darkest night,
When man has turned on fellow man,
When love has been displaced by
spite
And there is bloodshed o’er the
land,
Aloft a fervent prayer I’ll send,
I’ll hold my candle high and then
I’ll search the corners of the world,
’Cross deserts dry, swim oceans
wide,
Climb mountains high with faith
unfurled,
Tread fallen cities, countryside.
And ’fore my journey’s at an end
Perhaps I’ll see the hearts of men.
Beyond the petty grievances,
Beneath the jealousy and hate,
O’er the walls and stalwart fences
I’ll search for peace and contemplate;
Perhaps I’ll find that hope is rife
Above the sordidness of life.
And though I falter I’ll press on
And gather up each tiny light
I find until the dark is gone,
‘Til love’s victor’ous over might,
‘Til all can know His promised life
Beyond misunderstandings, strife.
~ Linda E. Newman
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©June 28, 2003 Used with permission
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