The Light Of The Living

The light of the living,
That arouses, and burns
Within my feeble body,
Of decline, death, and decay;
Would glow unquenched,
If not for Thee, Oh Lord.
Unto Thee do I live:
Thou has, by Thine own hand,
Guided me in the ways of life;
Through the many trials
Of passion and suffering;
Safely past the raging fires
Of beauty and desire;
 Into the waiting arms,
Of the risen Lamb;
To learn the lessons of love.
I thank Thee, Lord.

Amen.