Are we all not called
To be ministers of the light?
Even dancing with Joy
Amongst the shadows of the night?
Being light of foot
Where even angels fear to tread
Lifting up countenances from their grief
Sharing the Wine and the Bread
Let us be the refreshment
Even crushed and poured out
Reviving mottling lips
Restored with life brimming shouts!
It is to His glory!
It is to His pleasure!
He’s given absolutely everything
He’s our very treasure!
So be being His light
Dance without fatigue
There’s more joy never ending
Amongst those free indeed
(Photo image by Priyanka Sachar)
