The Light descends from the vaulted sky,
Seeking those who would become His own.
Though the radiance falls upon the many,
Not all will rise to follow where it leads,
And not all will reflect the brilliance of the throne.
Yet, the Light yearns for the soul of every man;
He desires to gather the world into His embrace.
He calls to the qualified those refined by grace,
To ascend beyond the clouds and leave the earth behind.
But the weight of the world holds the unready in place.
For the heart is the gate, and the blood is the key:
Only the spirit washed in the Lamb’s crimson flow
Is light enough to rise where the holy winds blow.
The uncleansed stand at the threshold,
Refusing to turn, refusing to bend,
Seeking the heights while clinging to the shadows they know.
When they stood before the Great Radiance,
The darkness within could not endure the sight;
Their forms dissolved, unable to bear the weight of the white.
The Light spoke in a voice like rushing waters:
"I desire all to come, I need every soul to be mine,
But you must be washed in the blood I have shed."
For as the dark must flee when the morning breaks,
Sin is the ancient enemy of all that is pure.
To reach the Holy Light, one must become holy;
Without the cleansing, without the turning of the heart,
There is no place for the shadow in the eternal glow.
He loves without measure,
He seeks without end,
Desiring that not one should perish in His sight.
Yet the path to the Heavens is a path of the pure,
We must be changed to survive the dawn,
Qualified by the blood of the Lamb,
To dwell forever within the Holy Light.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC
The Light descends from the vaulted sky,
Seeking those who would become His own.
Though the radiance falls upon the many,
Not all will rise to follow where it leads,
And not all will reflect the brilliance of the throne.
Yet, the Light yearns for the soul of every man;
He desires to gather the world into His embrace.
He calls to the qualified those refined by grace,
To ascend beyond the clouds and leave the earth behind.
But the weight of the world holds the unready in place.
For the heart is the gate, and the blood is the key:
Only the spirit washed in the Lamb’s crimson flow
Is light enough to rise where the holy winds blow.
The uncleansed stand at the threshold,
Refusing to turn, refusing to bend,
Seeking the heights while clinging to the shadows they know.
When they stood before the Great Radiance,
The darkness within could not endure the sight;
Their forms dissolved, unable to bear the weight of the white.
The Light spoke in a voice like rushing waters:
"I desire all to come, I need every soul to be mine,
But you must be washed in the blood I have shed."
For as the dark must flee when the morning breaks,
Sin is the ancient enemy of all that is pure.
To reach the Holy Light, one must become holy;
Without the cleansing, without the turning of the heart,
There is no place for the shadow in the eternal glow.
He loves without measure,
He seeks without end,
Desiring that not one should perish in His sight.
Yet the path to the Heavens is a path of the pure,
We must be changed to survive the dawn,
Qualified by the blood of the Lamb,
To dwell forever within the Holy Light.
