The Dawn From On High Shall Break Upon Us

Loch Con

O Morning star, awake the dawn!
Let out your cry;
Let love be born!
Awake the living! Awake the dead!
A cry to all people-
Lift up your head!

Tendrils of light caress the brow,
Shafts of light, closed lids twitching now,
A quivering lip, an aching thigh,
A mother-to-be releases her cry.

O Morning star, awake the dawn!
Let out your cry;
Let love be born!
Awake the living- see God’s cradling hand,
Build life on the Rock,
And not on the sand.

See- there is your dwelling!
There- not here,
Look east for your saviour,
Wipe away your tear.

O Morning star; awake the sky!
Trumpets shall blast and angels will fly,
Awake the living! Salvation is near,
Banish the darkness-
Love Love;
Fear not fear.

Photograph courtesy of Gordon Nichol

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