Stumbling in the darkness,

They say that ignorance is bliss.

But yet leads to becoming careless,

Oh! How did mortal eyes ever miss?

Such a brilliant radiance,

Which was concealed behind a certain oblivion.

Once in the mortal's life, the blinding light was an irritant,

Prior to divine intervention.

Oh! How the Lord escorts the soul.

Such subtle guidance,

He is the being who consoles.

Bestows calming reassurance,

To the yearning, desolate spirit,

Gratified by the sacred relationship. 


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