He is the beauty all begotten,
The radiance of creation.
With the loveliest look,
He reflects every nation.
Wherever He dwells, is beauty and grace,
He is that light of forgiveness, on every saints’ face.
He is the blossom in the petal revealed
He is the living truth who is our great shield.
His heart and his body together laid bare,
So sinners might know they have a father who cares.
His love is the Author,
Humanity holds the pen –
If you’ll not go to follow Him now –
Then when?
In Saintly icons the saints point Him out –
They say, in small gesture, all together
What it’s all about.
They say
“If in me, any glimpse you see,
Remember T’is our Lord, His Majesty.
If in me any light perceived,
T’is not me, but He.”
