How much easier it is to follow you
In grinding hurt and pain;
How much brighter and clearer the light doth shine
When night has come again;
I seek no answers except my own, and it is readily
A resounding, ‘yes!’ And ‘hurry, please,
Rescue me with all speed,’
I see the clearest surrenders from the foggiest of seas
Knowing who you are is easy, but not when to leave.
You open the door, I stand and call; invite you in, to stay, to grow.
My God and King, the light unto my path.
I will follow the lights back.