Transfigured

We wander in a shadowed world,
a night that has no dawn.
Lord, let us have your word unfurled
while still we journey on,

a lamp to cling to in the dark
that makes the pathway bright,
until the sunrise in our hearts
transforms the weary night.

Then light of highest noon shall stay,
and we shall see in sooth
all things by light of endless day,
and see at last their truth.

So they saw Christ upon the peak
in glory then unknown,
and ever after saw all things
by what what they had been shown.

A voice that spoke, “This is my Son,”
forever ended night;
a light more piercing than the sun’s
transfigured heart and sight.

O, send that light into our dark
to say the day shall come,
the morning star rise in our hearts,
and we see Christ, your Son. Amen.