Come, Gladsome Light (A Morning Prayer)

 

Come, gladsome Light,

and split the dark of prison cell and tomb,

of numb hearts and anxious minds,

of shamed regret and lost chances.

Shoot like sparks through stubble,

revealing glory in hard places,

grace in sorrow’s gloom.

Shine too is us, frail lamps you made to glow;

and by the faint rays of our gleaming,

even ours,

unshadow shadowed hearts

with Love forever blazing and undimmed.

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