Was that a miracle flashing by.
was that a prayer and it's answer.
It seems to be far stronger
than what I've come to expect,
deeper than where I have hidden my heart.
It's easy to say why me,
it's harden to say why not.
Have I hidden my faith within narrow expectations.
It's hard to turn back to what appears to be a gentle beckoning.
Was that a miracle flashing by

Let there be light
when your hopes have all ended
Let there be light
when your dreams have all died
Let there be light
when the world shouts you down,
Oh Lord, let there be light.

Let there be light
when your fears turn to failures
Let there be light
in the helpless, hopeless night
Let there be light
for a future full of tears.
Oh Lord, let there be light.

And I'm praying there is light
for the darkness of my soul
I'm hoping there is truth
in the things that I've been told.
I'm praying for the morning
to break the deepest night
Oh Lord, let there be light.

Let there be light
when the darkness is descending
Let there be light
when the night is closing in.
Let there be light
when you're lost and far from home
Oh Lord, let there be light

Let there be light:
a familiar theme,
but light was a promise deep
in the midst of the night,
for in the darkness,
light did come,
and in the hopelessness
there was the hope
that I would see
the dawning of a new day.
The music that drifted away
returned, gentle and healed,
soft notes, quiet words
songs of hope and yearning.
Then there rose with such an
astounded surprise
the stage and the spotlight.
Was this a fantasy,
hearing again the familiar
echoes,
notes, lyrics and words
the piano, the microphone,
and me.