There are few in the world worthy to be called beacons. It was you, Lord, who created light from the words that you have spoken,
A light that beckons forth those who lie in darkness. You have pulled us out of our sorrow, you will never forsake your promise.
A light that dispels shadows even in the darkest days. A sign for those who have lost their way.
My Lord, you are the pinnacle of light shining at the precipice of creation.
Your Kingdom, in which we will dwell, shall be eternal, immune from all degradation.
We are your moons, a reflection of the Son’s light. You aid us in illuminating the path for those stuck in endless night.
You are the truth in the fire that we gather round. Gazing upward to you wearing your thorn crown.
When we take our final rest, we will see you in your full glory.
It was the end of our time, but only the beginning of our story.