THE MIGHTY LIGHT
The moon is nought.
How does it shine?
Oh, so pretty at night.
Glowing so fine!
Where does it come from,
that shines only at night?
From a brighter One,
burning with all its might!
The moon is dead within.
No life to cause its glow.
What does it mean?
What does it show?
The Sun is My Light.
Even when absent it glows.
When all seems dead,
My Light still shows.
When all is dead,
no possible way out,
I Am still there working,
as silence begins to shout.
The brighter the answer,
when dark is your sky,
here comes the Mighty Light,
putting to death your cry!
Jesus
🎶 SONG – I’VE NEVER SEEN THE RIGHTEOUS FORSAKEN – DALLAS HOLM
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