A beacon bright, a heavenly fire,
A distant soul, ascending higher.
To that bright star, my prayers arise,
A whispered plea beneath the skies.
For grace divine, a guiding hand,
To lead me forth, across the land.
To mend my soul, to ease my plight,
And fill my heart with holy light.
A humble wish, a fervent plea,
To find my way, eternally.
To walk with God, in paths unknown,
And find my peace, at His own throne.
The star remains, a constant guide,
A heavenly sign, where’er I stride.
A reminder true, of love’s embrace,
And hope eternal, in this sacred space.
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