I see a mild and constant light directing me towards the truth, the shining faith l love to see. I have been working all my life to pave its way as l see that it is the path to that great day.
A man appears to say my light leaves us at night when it is needed most to help the obscured sight. We need a light that we turn on just when we need to help the wise when night is quiet to think and read.
Another seesΒ Β my shining light will fade his own. He wants himself to be the sun that weaves the dawn. He tries to destroy all the lights and darken life. His light should shine or let pitch darkness be so rife.