Let There Be Light

When you looked upon the chaos,
when you called it into form,
when you broke the void of sameness
and creation was newborn,
then you spoke into the darkness
with the still, small voice of might,
and the new-made spaces hearkened
when you said, “Let there be light.”

So I, too, am your creation
and disordered as the dawn
of the first day that you made on,
well before there was a sun.
Come, O Lord, where I am formless;
separate my day from night.
Let me know them in their order;
deep in me, let there be light.

Let me see what you have made me;
let me hear you call it good.
Let me know the gifts you gave me;
let me love them if you would.
As the earth is swiftly passing,
all you made will share its plight.
By your mercy all-surpassing,
call me then into your light.