• In my beggining there was darkness and night
    And then like a devine word there entered a light
    The brightness of this light did change my life
    no longer is it pain, toil, and strif
    And though the light has passed and is gone
    A gentle warm glow remains and lingers on
    This glow is the hope of a life lived out right
    With time it may grow to become something bright
    So that I may be good when I enter your sight
    It is this hope that makes my being a little more bright