Light and darkness mingle in a smother that is ill,
giving neither warmness nor providing soothing chill.
No stars or moon or sun distinct the canopy display;
the virgin Earth lays torpid with no sense of night and day.
But such is not the state that the Creator deigns to keep.
His voice of power overrides the great and vasty deep.
The light comes forth, the darkness stays -- obedient to His word;
The wall between the two no longer tepid, thin, or blurred.
Come to the light, come follow bright, come to the warming glow!
The Lord provides a beacon that the blind may even know.
Good light, pulled from the darkness long ago by God's decree,
gives hope and love and comfort to the likes of you and me.
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