The mystery

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

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