A long week of gloom and despair,
When the road is dark, no light to spare.
Even shadows fade away,
For those who've wandered, lost in gray.
Who would stay and serve so true,
When the path is dim with no clear view?
Yet faith alone won't light the way,
One must rise and face the day.
But see—the sun begins to shine,
A golden glow, a hopeful sign.
Even on roads where darkness lay,
Light returns to guide the way.
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