My Light Is Always On

By Patrick Mustang Rabalais

The clock on the wall says it’s
two in the morning

The world is asleep, but the
heavy hearts wake

A fresh drip pot of coffee is
ready to make

I walk to the garage door, unlock
the dead bolt

I'll leave the door opened, the
screen door closed

And the garage lights on

For the person that gave me a call

You don’t have to carry the dark
night alone.

‘Cause I’m open twenty-four
hours a day

Seven days a week, I am staying
right here

Sit at my table, wash the worry
away

Tell me your troubles, I’m ready
to hear

Seventy-four years of this road
I have traveled

Gave me some wisdom when
all seems dark to you

When the weight of the world
has completely unraveled

My door is wide open for you.

We'll sit in the quiet, the steam
softly rising

From our coffee mugs, as the
night turns to dawn

I'll give you the best sound advice
I can find

From decades of falling, and
learning, and rising

From all of the chapters I’ve left
far behind

But if my own words start to fail
or run hollow

There’s a Book on the table with
pages of gold

We'll open the chapters, find a
pathway to follow

The answers are waiting inside.

And I know there is hope, ’cause
I’ve heard the Creator

He spoke to me once in a voice
clear and loud

Right there beside me, no grander
or greater

Breaking right through every
shadow and cloud

He speaks in my mind, in a
telepathy healing

A whole-body warmth that
consumes and restores

He loves His Creation, He gave
me this feeling

And I’ll use His gift to keep
unlocking doors.

Yep, the coffee is fresh and
the garage light’s on...
I’m glad that you gave me a call...
Come on through the screen...
Yeah, my light is always on...
I’m open twenty-four hours
a day.

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