Nobody drowns in the Water of Life
No one starves eating fruit from the Tree of Life
The Light will be a candle in my darkest hour
A stream of Water when I thirst for peace
Bread when I hunger for hope
The Light will be a lamp in my darkest hour
And a Friend when all seems lost
Frank Blacharczyk
John 8: 12
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