His Shining Hand

Darkness blotted out my light,

my body gripped with fright.

I had to leave that awful place,

teardrops dripping down my face.

I stumbled and fumbled along the wall,

until I heard the sweetest call.

His shining hand created the spark,

to lead me right out of the dark.

When times get tough, friendship can be,

the rock that supports both you and me.

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