Neon Cross

Neon cross shining bright, outside a roadside chapel, A beacon in the night, where weary souls unravel. Neon cross, a symbol of hope, in the darkness of despair, Guiding us to the light, with a simple whispered prayer. Neon cross, a guidepost, through the troubled night, Illuminating shadows, bringing faith to sight. Underneath the neon glow, the burdens start to lift, In the warmth of the light, we feel a gentle shift. Roadside chapel standing still, a sanctuary in the storm, In the shadow of the cross, hearts are reborn. Neon cross shining bright, outside a roadside chapel, A beacon in the night, where weary souls unravel. Voices in the silence, a choir in the breeze, In the quiet of the night, our spirits find release. Neon cross, a beacon, leading us to grace, In the arms of salvation, we find our place. Through the trials and the heartache, the neon cross remains, A constant source of guidance, easing all our pains. As the storm subsides, and the rain begins to cease, In the aftermath, we search for peace.