Brighton

When I was told I was going to Brighton,
I was told it would be gloomy.
I was told it would be cold,
I was told it would be hard.

But that’s not what God says about Brighton.
He says it is vibrant.

The grass is greener in Brighton,
The people more likely to return a friendly hello.
The sun shines brighter in Brighton too,
And the sea plays on the rocks,
Shushing out with tree-filled whispers,
As He calls us into the sun.

The sky is blue in Brighton,
The clouds dance in the sky.
Depression might have a temporary hold,
Identities lost, the search so deep,
But there is light in Brighton,
And hope reigns in the skies.

The son sings life in Brighton,
He calls out to the lost.

The son sing life in Brighton,
Come, answer His call.

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