The Lamp of Hope

The lamp that lights all darkness,

is drawn from sorrows vein

Angels tend its lonely wick

to see its glow remain

Its rays spark soft and gentle,

its red bears many scars

hang in the sky like ruby stones

amidst the twinkling stars

The Angel’s blessed scourges

are brought to feed the flame

tortures, sorrows, death and woes

wash us in holy rain

The lamp can e’er be followed

bright and…

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