The lamp that lights all darkness,
Is drawn from sorrow´s vein,
Angels tend its lonely wick,
To see its glow remain,
Its rays spark soft and gentle,
Its red bears many scars,
Hang in the sky like ruby stones,
Amidst the twinkling stars.
The Angel’s blessed scourges,
Are brought to feed the flame,
Tortures, sorrows, death and woes,
Brought in Gods holy name,
The lamp can e’er be followed.
But never can be found,
Always lighting higher paths,
Which lead to holy ground
Kilbirnie & Beyond 