Some people have lost their way, Lord,
And wander around the roads, aimless
In direction, and randomly
Go left upon the up turned cobbles,

Lord, please take their hands,
That they find the way,
The road that leads beyond Gogoltha
But into the city centre of light.

In here there is worship,
In the place of no shadows,
The place of no sadness,
The place of eternal,
Shining everlasting.