In the beginning was the Word,
As is written and we have heard;
And the Word was God as to be,
Existing because all of He.
Existence through Him all things made,
Who we give honor and have strayed;
Rather as a forgiving God,
To whom we do honor and laud.
The Word was with our God,
The true God we honor and laud;
Ever since from the beginning,
And punish those who are sinning.
In Him is life and life is light,
And all things made through Him are right;
Wherever light shines in the dark,
Darkness turns to light where we embark.
He is the source of life and light,
And everything that is right;
He brings the warmth where it is cold,
Makes humbled when we become bold.
As the light begins a new day,
The love starts to come our way;
A messenger comes from Heaven,
Delivers it if you listen.
The messenger is not the light,
Only blessed by God within His sight;
The real light that shines from above,
Shines on everyone with love.
He was here but for now is gone,
Until we see the cloud at dawn;
Bringing love into a new day,
Dawning where He will come to stay.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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