The light can draw all men,
but he must be lifted by you and me.
When you finally see the light,
don't lose focus my dear.
For this is the only light,
that makes paths bright and clear.
For those who've grown weary of darkness,
God provided a Son,
He doesn't lead the way for a respected few,
he shines for everyone.
The Son will forever beam,
his illumination won't flicker or fade.
Rush to the light! I bid you,
don't let your reaction be delayed.
Written by Dorothy Riggs McCall
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