When my weary soul is aching
with the burden on me laid,
and I lose the road I'm taking
in the fading of the day,
light a beacon where you dwell here.
I'll lay down my heavy load
where you light shows me a shelter:
I will rest here from the road.
Lord, I know my way's been easy—
I'm not meaning to complain.
Nonetheless, my heart is bleeding:
Will you leave me in my pain?
For you travelled here before me
with no place to lay your head,
yet I'll find you in the morning
standing sentry by my bed.
Though I lay me down in shadow,
though I cannot find the light,
let me find your peaceful meadow
in the stillness of the night.
As you blessed the loaves and fishes
so your people could go on,
bless the coffee and the dishes
in the light of one more dawn.
Give me courage for the journey;
give me hope for journey's end.
Keep your beacon in me burning
when the darkness comes again.
Arkadi Monastery / Moni Arkadiou. Lamp in the church By Wouter Hagens – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4170241
Kate Bluett 