Father, thank You for friends—
the lamp light on the dark road home
that gilds the rocks before our feet
and shines—seen or unseen—
however far across the earth we roam,
still burning past the line where darkness ends.
Father, thank You for friends—
the lamp light on the dark road home
that gilds the rocks before our feet
and shines—seen or unseen—
however far across the earth we roam,
still burning past the line where darkness ends.