Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
—John 8:12 (ESV)
High o’er the lonely hills black turns to gray,
Bird-song the valley fills, mists fold away
Gray wakes to green again,
Beauty is seen again,
Gold and serene again dawneth the day.
So, o’er the hills of life, stormy, forlorn,
Out of the cloud and strife sunrise is born;
Swift grows the light for us,
Ended is night for us,
Soundless and bright for us breaketh God’s morn.
Hear we no beat of drums, fanfare, nor cry,
When Christ the herald comes quietly nigh;
Splendor He makes on earth;
Color awakes on earth;
Suddenly breaks on earth light from the sky.
Bid then farewell to sleep: rise up and run!
What though the hill be steep? Strength’s in the sun.
Now you shall find at last
Night’s left behind at last,
And for mankind at last, Day has begun!
... Jan Struther (1901-1953), Songs of Praise, enl. ed., Ralph Vaughan Williams, et al., ed., Oxford University Press, 1931, n. 63, p. 19 (see the book)
See also John 8:12; Matt. 4:13-16; Isa. 9:2; 60:1-3; Luke 1:76-79; 2:30-32; John 1:9; 9:5; Eph. 5:8; 1 Thess. 5:4-5; 1 John 1:5-7
Quiet time reflection:
Lord, I greet the great Dawn You have sent.
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