PRAYER OF LIGHT
The clouds obscuring from man's sight his own reality
Will lift as Love, the inner Light confirms identity.
On earth the swelling tide shall rise
of might, firm-fixed in force;
But ever from dawn's clearing skies,
angelic hands still guide man's course.
Man shall remember and return
To Sun of Being --- Source.
O, Christ of me, gird up thy loins and meet the bitter fray.
Let me not desert the field till Light has won the day.
Keep faithful still my gentle heart.
Let strong my courage be.
Tho I may blunder, doubt and fall,
lift high thy lamp for me to see.
Hold fast my hand.
Thy grace impart.
Till Love shall conquer all -- in me.
(c) 2006 A La' Lansun
