Light of the world, shine on us, from heaven softly streaming,
driving darkness into the abyss, Your Light on us is gleaming.
Freedom, healing, and salvation, come on beams of glory,
enveloping our soul, making us whole, writing a brand new story.
From the night of sin, and death within, we arise on victor's wings,
righteous cause, freedom from laws, peace and rest He brings.
Far from home, the Prodigal roamed until arrested by the light,
knocked off his horse, or even worse, he encountered Father's might.
He saw himself as he really was. Horrors, what a sight:
deformed and maimed, crippled and blind, mankind's wretched plight.
Out of the garden, naked and alone, angels blocking his return,
he struggled to find the truth, for many long centuries he learned,
that he could do nothing, nothing at all; his works were only dung,
but struggling on, he kept it up until his last song was sung.
Pigpen stink, dirty life, he headed home to his father's arms,
where he could be free and safe at last from all life's certain harms.
The Prodigal is me and you and you, and all of us since Adam's fall;
we all fell and we all will be saved, because Father loves us all.
We celebrate our victory over sin's long, dreary night.
We declare His name forever, the giver of eternal Light.
In winter solstice, summer and spring, to Him our praises we give;
He is worthy of honor and glory and power, for as long as we shall live.
Born in our hearts, in a manger dim, He came to fill our earth,
so all year long, every day, we magnify His birth.
With shepherds and wise men and angels, we gather round His throne,
He gathers us to His bosom and calls us His very own.
Whatever the reason, in every season, we call the Christ our King;
With praise and glory and majesty, He is Lord of everything.
Jan and Lenny Antonsson
17178 Highway 59, Neosho, MO 64850
"Blinded by the Light"
The Glory Road,
We always enjoy hearing from you!
This page was uploaded to the web on 12/01/01
by Jan Antonsson, Webmeister,
and last edited on 11/04/08.