The Light Shines On

A still that stretched, across the years, has held its single tone.

The hopes and fears of all the years now meet in flesh and bone.

The light shines on. The dark has not overcome. He came into

the world He made when no one knew His face. The hands that

flung the stars to light now wear our dust, our frame.

A thrill of hope, the weary world now falls upon its knees.

The light has come to where we are. The dark begins

to ease. He came among His own unknown. How weary eyes