"I am the light,"—so spake in days of old
The God-crowned Jesus, meek as he was bold.
He spoke the word, and lo! the light of Love
Descended softly, like the nestling dove:
The light of ever-present Truth and good
Brought joy to mourners, to the hungry food.
"I am the light."—the voice still speaks today
In angel thoughts that point the heav'nward way:
The light of Love illumes the path of men,
The healing of the Christ is here again.
And all around we hear the trumpet-call,
"Our Father-Mother God is All-in-all!"
