Lamp
Be a lamp in the dark and gloomy night.
For the lost souls be a beaken of light
It's so easy to go wrong instead of right.
So many are full of terror and fright on
Their woeful plight in the night. So stand
Tall and be a champ as the world becomes
A concentration camp. Turn up the amps
And be a Heavenly Lamp. For you are here
To shine bright and guide the lost souls to
The Light.
Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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