His Life, Love and Light

His Life is the only true life That can breath into the tombs of our past The only breeze, that takes the stench of death away. If we let Him. Though for a short time we are left exposed and bare, His arms embrace the humble heart. He breathes into us His Life Again and Again. He wants to. His Love is secure, It does not change, like shifting shadows. It was I who tried to deny, His Story. It is I who tried to defy His Love. For me. For others. Even when I rejected Him He still wanted me. His Light is the only light That can lead us to the door where freedom is found To guide us on the paths of rocky ground. His light is not generated From the turning of a turbine It is not a reflection Like the Moon is to the Sun He is the Bright Morning Star His Light always was, and always will be, Pure. One day, when this earthly veil is lifted We will see him as He is His Light will not leave any shadows Just patterns- as light falling through stained glass Shining though our transparent, cleansed hearts. Now purified by fire, cleansed by grace Our trials will allow Him to shine through us And reveal his Holy face.

© 2004 Phil Johnston

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