Aurora

Tossed amid the storms of night
I cry
and pray, Let there be light!

Waiting for the Christ to come
I watch
and pray, Let there be light!

Poised upon the wing of prayer
I glimpse
Truth's promised morn
and pray there will be light!

And like the earth that turns toward dawn
I wake
to see that there is light!

The light of Truth had been there all along.
And the night is gone.

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