Shine your candle,
Shine it bright,
Be a beacon
In the night,
T’is the season
Of the light.

May peace prevail,
Heal all that ail,
Transform rage and war
On earth,
To year-long praise,
Joy and mirth.

Though sometimes
It may seem
Like souls darkest hour,
Behold rebirth
From bud
To Flower.
For with each day
Hope is born anew,
And loves glow
Doth shine through.

So be that hope,
Be that joy,
Love all you meet,
Be kind,
Be sweet,
And know
In a miraculous way,
You are
That blessing
For which
You pray.