Awakened sons of God, behold the light
That calls you home and quells the sense of loss.
When truth has been revealed our fears take flight—
Become as dreams indeed, and count as dross.
Each wandering one must face the Father's light,
And hear Love's voice so clear, so sure, across
The misty moat of time; with new-found might
Must prove his sonship—humbly take the cross.
The call of day bids us with joyful voice
To sing His praise for shelter in the fold;
Arise and shine, and evermore rejoice
For Love's abundance—heritage untold.
From sense to Soul, He leads us in the way.
The light of truth is God's eternal day.
