Dark are the troubled times
Which morning sways and darkness chimes
Confused, ignorant, lost, afraid
From the light which I strayed
Different are forest, cave
As morning ray and evening wave
Cold, dark, evening storm
Wish I could at least be warm
Gentle are the careless rays
Bright are they on gloomy days
Reaching out to warm the ground
The clouds break and creation sounds
"Great is the Creator who gives us life,
who guides us through our every strife!"
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