Give me oil in my lamp
Keep it burning, burning, burning
Give me oil in my lamp, I pray
I know I've been growing. In so many ways, I'm still lousy, but the only way to go is up. There's a long way to go, but I know I've been growing. I know you look upon me and you smile, like a father watching his child stumble in its first steps. As long as you are with me, I will continue to try.
People laugh. People doubt. People question. People get impatient. People hurt with words, actions and thoughts. But you help me to love them. You teach me to turn angry thoughts into burdened prayers. Only you could. Only because of you.
