[Spoken Word]
And so you ask, "how can one little candle of hope make a difference in the face of such darkness, it can barely fill one room, let alone the night watches, why bother fighting to keep this little light of mine shining"
My friend, I hear you sighing
Though I wish I'd hear you prophesize
You're sitting there deciding if hope should live or if it'd be better off just die
Flame in your heart and believe
Not in self, though contrary to popular beliefs
Not in government, for over darkness they have no authority
Not in wealth, for there's no such asset that can earn access to glory
Believe in the son, everybody knows that in the presence of the son darkness simply cannot remain
And yes I hear you, you're candle of hope is starting to wane
But wait, the sun will come at glory hour
Wait for glory hour my friend
Wait for glory hour