In a world of darkness
Be the light
Be the gentle wind at the traveller’s back
The quiet found in silent nights
Be the breath the swimmer takes
The smoothest touch a potter’s made
Be the restituted silence
Not of standing by and letting be
But of comfort and confidence and certainty
Be anything but a silver edge
That forces cold surrender
Be instead an open chest
That's warm and soft and tender
Be rooted and steady on unsteady ground
Be the lighthouse on the shore
Be the dusty book upon the shelf
The scholar reaches for
In a world of darkness
Be the light
Be a sturdy tree in sinking woods
Hands clasped around those clenched to fight
Be curious of consequences
And the waves that movements make
Be stars that guide lost souls home
Show love where others hate
Be the light
Be the gentle wind at the traveller’s back
The quiet found in silent nights
Be the breath the swimmer takes
The smoothest touch a potter’s made
Be the restituted silence
Not of standing by and letting be
But of comfort and confidence and certainty
Be anything but a silver edge
That forces cold surrender
Be instead an open chest
That's warm and soft and tender
Be rooted and steady on unsteady ground
Be the lighthouse on the shore
Be the dusty book upon the shelf
The scholar reaches for
In a world of darkness
Be the light
Be a sturdy tree in sinking woods
Hands clasped around those clenched to fight
Be curious of consequences
And the waves that movements make
Be stars that guide lost souls home
Show love where others hate