About the golden light what can I say
Love is near and we don’t need to pray
Enter into darkness without fear
Another hand will guide us help us steer
I had lost my faith I was bereft
I could not speak, and sinking was my raft
Then the soft bright cloud embraced me whole.
I felt a presence and I saw the light
Why should I be helped when many die?
The mysteriou.s hand of God, the soul destroyed