Somewhere in the end,
I see a light.
A small flickering photon of hope.
In the end of the tunnel, that maybe I'm now in.
That spark would keep me walking,
Knowing that He's in control.
Though so little, it's shining,
I think it can take me home.
Or maybe it looks so to me,
And I'm ready to go on,
Knowing fully that no matter where the light leads me,
It leads me for the Perfect.
When the year ends,
Though I walked through So much
I need that little spark to help me take a step,
A step to go on.