It's cold.
A fog creeps along
The gound at my feet.
It's dark and I'm afraid.
There's no one here
to guide me home.
Where is it?
What is it that I'm
looking for?
Who can help me?
Wait, what is that?
A light! It travels closer!
It's bright with welcome,
He holds out his hand
to help me home.
It's him, the one, the man
I've been waiting for.
I gladly take his hand in mine.
His hand is warm
Against my cold palm.
He is the light in my darkness.
So bright and shining
with love.