A Light

By Mark Bishop

And I, a light traveling home

Passed by weary travelers who had long since lost their way.

My radiance displayed the road that they could follow.

Though it be fraught with peril and truth that's hard to swallow.

I past those camped round little fires destined to burn out.

Some let themselves desire the light others turned to shout

"I'm happy here leave me alone, I'd rather go without."

Some came to ask me, why the darkness? Why are men blinded so.

Who left us in the blackness without saying where to go?

I said "come, taste, believe so you can know" some did but

others said there is no answer for this woe.

I passed others who screamed "go away you blackened fiend

you stand in the way of all we've dreamed"

They had confused this hoar for a wife yes they had exchanged hope

for strife and taken death instead of eternal life and schemed

to rid their prison from any beam or ray of goodness that make

them question their decision.

Some commented, look another part of all that is.

A distinct segment of a complex whole.

'Tis all just passing, his way is no more lasting

then our own.

But there is no union between darkness and light

no place between wrong and right

to marry is not to wish for a fight

to be blind is not to have ones sight

to be redeemed must be a sinners plight

because there aren't any other options.

As I traveled on my light grew bright

the one who gave it held me tight

My hope was placed in heaven's delight

though my heart broken and contrite

I did not deserve to enter in the presence of the king

And I was overcome to hear the saints all sing

"Glory to Christ! Let freedom ring! for we have found our home,

I too was once a desperate traveler lost and all alone."