Beacon

Is there a space for our words?
Is there a place here for us?
Where can a faithful heart turn
When generous grace gathers dust?

Where can a faithful heart turn?
Have we not laboured enough?
Little babies learn that
It's a blind, blind world
And a generous grace gathers dust

Beacon shining ever-bright
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is in your eyes
You're a lamp to my feet
And the arms at my side
And I will not be afraid

Victory hides in darkest places
(Shine!)
Victory hides in darkest places
(Shine!)
Victory hides in darkest places

Is there a space here for our words?
Is there a place here for us?
Where can a faithful heart turn
When generous grace gathers dust?

Where can a faithful heart turn
When we have strayed from our trust?
Keep the beacon burnin'
'Coz it's a blind blind world

Original text by MARIA MCKEE

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