A spark ignites the void’s deep night,
“Let there be!”—and dawn unfurls,
The primal light of worlds unborn,
God’s voice in radiant swirls.

He cloaks Himself in beams divine,
A garment spun of endless day,
The Father of lights, unshadowed, pure,
No darkness dares to stay.

A Star descends, the Word made flesh,
The true light piercing gloom,
“I am the light!” He boldly cries,
Life’s flame in death’s cold tomb.

A lamp aglow, His word unfolds,
A path through shadows cast,
Wisdom’s gleam for stumbling feet,
A glow that holds us fast.

From darkened lands, a dawn breaks forth,
Salvation’s rays arise,
Righteousness in brilliance burns,
A hope that never dies.

We, too, are kindled—chosen sparks,
To shine where night holds sway,
Children of light, a city bright,
Reflecting Heaven’s ray.

Against the dark, the light contends,
A war of truth and grace,
Evil flees where knowledge glows,
Christ’s glory in our face.

And yet to come, the final gleam,
No sun, no moon, no flame,
The Lamb’s own light, the Lord’s own fire,
Eternal in His name.