Colleen McDonald

The sun sinks down to the horizon,
And darkness wings close o'er the land.
But the morning will come in but a few hours
And the dew drops will gleam from all the flowers.

So the dark night of maya has covered our souls,
Bringing all of us dangerously near to the shoals
Of death and pain and eternal night.
But a new morning gleams-Srila Prabhupada brings the light!

He strengthens our hearts with but one small, sweet smile,
And the daytime grows nearer, as we cover one more mile
Of that long dangerous road to Krsna's own home.
But with Prabhupada to lead us, we fear nothing that roams.

That black stoney wastes of maya's hell-night
Are naught compared to Srila Prabhupada's might.
Hail Bhaktivedanta, all glories to Thee,
For Thou has shown us the light,
That we may be free!