Light guide me so I might be an instrument of peace.
Where there is hatred, let me bring love.
Where there is wrong, let me grant forgiveness.
Where there is doubt, let me sow the seeds of faith.
Where there is despair, let me inspire hope.
Where there is sadness, let me spread joy.
Where there is Shadow, let me shine the Light.
Purity of mind
Make my mind once more a tool of the Light,
So it may understand the wrongs and right,
Like a mind reborn, without any prejudice
So must our mind become to talk of justice,
For justice to exist, one must understand,
No tale but the tale of the criminal mind,
Exposing what drove the mind to madness,
Forsaking our Light’s blessing so careless.
With Light’s strength, let us see the moment,
That cast our souls and heart into torment,
Let us find healing in Light’s purest grace,
And a new path that leads to benevolent ways.
May I pass on the wisdom of Light’s glory,
Have its righteous words uttered through me,
So contempt and pain are retained by none,
And have the mercey to see the crime undone.
Blessed is the spot,
and the house,
and the place,
and the city,
and the heart,
and the mountain,
and the refuge,
and the cave,
and the valley,
and the land,
and the sea,
and the island,
and the meadow
where mention of The Eternal Sun hath been made
And its warmth shines down
Purity of heart
The prayer of Roxanne the pure, as passed on by Milly of Lakeshire.
Dear Light, my silent guardian, I beseech thee,
As we listen to another confession, be with me,
Another heart and soul have called for our aid,
Let your blessing be with me in this burden great.
Once more we are asked to carry a sin’s weight,
In a desperate plead for love that couldn’t wait.
Lend me the strength for their burden to be heard,
Let our love be strong enough to mend their hurt,
May the Light’s blessing keep us safe from harm,
So my deepest feelings may yield a cradle warm,
As we nurture the hungering heart, lost in pain.
Lest our suffering and our hurt be all in vain,
May Light’s help make my heart and soul so strong
As their hearts confess to me, what they did wrong.
But until their salvation, let my mouth be wise,
And my heart bleed silent until the sun’s rise,
May my face for them prove stalwart and fair,
My eyes show only love and no tear rest there,
Help me prepare for the that troublesome sleep,
Where I find Light’s comfort and in silence weep.
I tread the path of righteousness.
Though it be paved with broken glass,
I will walk it barefoot;
though it cross rivers of fire,
I will pass over them;
though it wanders wide,
the Light of guides my step.
The light of the eternal sun washes over the land
And the dark flees
As the eternal sun rises it caresses us with its warmth
Bringing with it hope
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