Brooked no more is the weight of darkness;
Light a lamp, bring luminosity.
Around the gloom there remain
Frowns of sin; to this pay heed.
Mental darkness kindly rid;
Show one densely ignorant the target.
Hey Cosmic Lord, resort of the unable,
You know my ability.
I don't ask You to banish mishap;
But grant me the capacity for combat.
By Your strength, at Your rapid pace,
Draw me near to Thee.
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Shine a light and lend a hand; I will be Your wingman.
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