As dew on a parched land,
as the scent of water to a stunt,
many words do not explain
the answer of peace in distraught.
A place of many wanderings
and ponderings on a cause,
then comes the smirk of divinity
on man’s feeble mind.
Hallelujah! the spirit leaps;
the candle’s been lit…
the spark is returned…
yea, the man comes alive anew.
O Lord! thou shall light my candle
and enlighten my darkness evermore
and bring me out of every tight end
to the place of wild jubilations.