Shadows come in varying shapes
Christ has come to name and trace
Dimly seen though in plain view
Brilliant lights that webs consume.
Many crouch or placed on shelves
Candles left behind to melt
Oh, but now He does arise
Strikes the match to re-ignite.
Precious are they unto Him
Cast aside by stately men
Rarely used and counted great
Oh, but that shall change today.
The first will soon become the last
Drop will shortly all thy masks
No disguise will hidden be
Christ will unveil truth indeed.
Set thy pose to now receive
Refreshing rains and outpourings
Christ has lit each flaming torch
From the shadows their coming forth.
(June 26, 2015)
