By J. Randal Matheny
O gracious light, so pure and bright,
The Father everliving;
O Lord so blessed, the Christ of rest,
The Son of God is giving.
In darkest mist, the Lord was kissed,
Was killed, and plunged to prison,
He paid our debt, the dew is wet,
The Son of God is risen.
From Pentecost to all the lost,
The gospel cause is gaining;
The kingdom came, confess His name:
The Son of God is reigning.
The living Word, by Spirit stirred,
Sets worlds and hearts to burning;
With clouds and fire the saints desire
The Son of God returning.
For background to the poem, see this post on the Cloudburst Syndicated Poetry website.