She lights the lantern every night
Those on the path wonder at the sight
Why does that woman with white hair
place the lantern by the gate just there?

Old and frail, barely able to use her feet,
but she never falters in her quest so sweet
It is a promise that she made to God
to show the way the faithful should trod

For at the end of the path lies a rusty gate
leading to graves of those who have met their fate
The Light shines for the love of the Savior King
Who opens His arms - then gives us wings