The world may be a dark sky
But God you're still my bright light.
You shine through the gray,
like the sun shines in May.
My old friends may give me weird looks,
but Lord I cheer up reading your book.
Your Word has more power,
than a mighty King in his tower.
I look, to You, for the truth behind lies.
I look, to You, even when my loved ones die.
I look, to You, to be Your singer and dancer.
I look, to God, who has all the answers!
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