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THE RISING SUN BLAZED OUT OF NIGHT
The rising Sun blazed out of night
to wash our darkened world with light.
This radiant light, this blazing Sun
is Jesus Christ the Promised One.
No regal rite, no royal dress,
he comes in perfect humbleness:
a helpless child, a cattle shed,
a manger for a birthing bed.
The Broken Bread, the Blood-red Wine
lies sleeping where some cows recline.
The cross, the grave, the empty tomb,
we dimly see from that small room.
Salvation dawns as God had willed.
The prophet's word has been fulfilled.
That Word in flesh and blood is come,
Immanuel, the Holy One.
Sing out the songs of joy today;
the grip of sin is torn away.
Give thanks, the Prince of Peace is here.
The kingdom of our God is near.
L.M.
PUER NOBIS NASCITUR
The Poetry Church Collection, Vol. 6, Summer, 2004
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