The Path

Living in a land where black and white don't exist.
The ground is covered in a sheet of ominous mist.
I can't see the ground, but there is a man guiding me.
He says he can lead me to a land to live and be free.
He pulls a lantern out of air and leads me down the path.
With a shield does he protect me from the Dark's wrath.
With sword in hand, does he chop away at hateful Thorn.
Of His son who sacrificed himself for those mortally born.
On that slip of road, I fell in love and got forever reborn.
My Jewish brethren, this truth oh how you must see!
If you don't, the Dark will surely be on a slaughter spree.
In the days of my city life I was given my gifts of the arts.
In this poem has He given me the gift of worship through heart.
Now, I sit here in this town, thinking of the future; what is in store?
I can only say this for the future...I will want you more and more.