Their eyes, uplifted, seize the Savior’s flame,
A cascade of light where Jesus’ brilliance pours.
Their faces bloom like dawn through fog’s thin frame,
Each cheek alight where heaven’s fervor soars.
No ash of shame withstands that holy blaze,
Their brows, once heavy, gleam with starborn dew.
From hearts unbound, dark waves of sorrow raze,
As golden rays their quaking souls renew.
Like beacons lit by sacred, boundless spark,
Their visages glow with hues of endless morn.
No shadow dares to dim the spirit’s lark,
In Christ’s fierce love, their fears are wholly torn.
So let us gaze, till we, with glory crowned,
Proclaim His light, our faces triumph-bound.