Light breathes into the dark
The darkness has no might
For even just a tiny spark
Within its void is light
How great this dark would be
Without Hope from above
How futile this mortality
Without the Light of love
Ah, cheerless magnitude
Opaque upon opaque
But Light bursts from Love’s sacred womb
Crying, awake, awake
Then oh, the Morning comes
Dark demons of the night
Cannot prevail against the One
Who proclaims, ‘I am Light’
© Janet Martin
Thinking on love this week...
Thinking on love this week...
Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love...
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