To the celestial home through the bleakest night with the light in the darkness if the spark is right sing songs of time and being with interminable trials and tares trudging through muck and mire of the wicked devil's snares Persist to the glowing rise of dawn thankful for the Lord’s work, and the Holy Spirit’s grace progress doth persuade the hope in sight will tend to brace to carry one to the prize waits for the pilgrim at journey’s end.
