O Light that blesses hollowed ground,
A flame that stirs where silence sleeps,
You fill the world when faith is found,
Mend broken hearts, your promise I have kept.
Your mercy speaks inside our minds,
A gentle breath through fields of night,
And even when the dark seemed long,
You guide our souls with tender light.
In quiet ways, your strength appears,
To lift our hearts when hope is gone,
A healing touch to dry our tears.
A flame that burns and warms within.
O God of Light, your love shines in,
Through all the depths of doubt and fear.
That we may walk in grace divine,
And feel your sacred presence near,
And peace to know our faith to keep.
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