Is there the space for our words?
Is there a place here for us?
Where can a faithful heart turn when generous grace gathers dust?
Where can a faithful heart turn? Have we not labored enough?
"Little babies learn that it's a blind, blind world and a generous grace gathers dust"...

Chorus:
Beacon shining ever-bright
The light at the end of the tunnel is in your eyes
You're a lamp to my feet, you're the arms at my side (and)
I will not be afraid (tho) Victory hides in darkest places
SHINE
Victory hides in darkest places

Is there a space here for our words?
Is there a place here for us?
Where can a faithful heart turn when generous grace gathers dust?
Where can a faithful heart turn when we have strayed from our trust?
Keep the beacon burnin' 'cause it's a blind blind world

Chorus