The Word of The Divine is a lamp to my feet
And a light on my path when I feel incomplete
It guides me through the darkness and shows me the way
To the truth and guidance that I seek every day
But the lamp is not mine, I must share it with others
Who are also Seekers, the sisters and the brothers
We must be brave and be a lamp unto ourselves
And not hide our light under a bushel or a shelf
The lamp needs fuel to burn through the Night
The fuel is our faith It gives us Hope and Might
We must take care of the lamp and not let it fade
For it is the sign of the covenant we made
We wait for the bridegroom to come in the night
And we know he will find us with our lamps burning bright
He will greet us with grace and invite us to his place
It will be an endless Delight To praise him forever in his light.
The groom has made the Seeker’s Lamp, An Ever-Burning Eternal Light,
That beckons to souls who’ve lost their way and wandered off the path of right.
His Covenant has made it possible, For Man to rise above,
To transcend this mortal body and find Eternal Love.
Through his grace, we can ascend, To a higher plane of life,
Where our souls will live forever, Free from pain and strife.
So let us follow in his footsteps and let his light be our guide,
As we journey towards our destiny, With Fellow Seekers and the Groom By our side.
The Seeker's Lamp 