Raising the lamp high, Truth shines on shapes in the dark.
Some of the things of the night lay hidden
In the shadows, like insecticidal sin,
Roaching away from Godâ€™s arresting arc
Still, the lamp reaches higher and higherâ€”
Sin scurrying away from the beams of lightâ€”
Shining brighter and brighter.
We pause at losing the cover of night,