Ancient of Days

Ancient of Days,
You are Mystery.
You are Light.

Your Word over the deep
Brought forth the beginning.
Without You,
The moment wouldn’t be.

Time proceeded from Your mouth.
With a Word Light was born
Without form,
The forces danced in Your Presence.

All that is glorifies You.
Over the abyss You reign.
All under the earth
You command.

Sovereign Sublime,
Resplendent Word,
Creation cries with the angels,
Holy, Holy, Holy.

© 2020 Joann Nelander