Ancient of Days

You are Mystery.

You are Light.

Ancient of Days,

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.

C 2020 Joann Nelander