Last updated on February 13, 2025
A poem inspired by Bro. Eleazar
In the beginning, God spoke the first Word,
“Let there be light,” and heaven stirred.
From His own image, the Son was born,
The Light eternal, the breaking morn.
God is light, and from His decree,
The Son shone bright for all to see.
By this Light, through this Light, all was made,
Creation sang as glory displayed.
To share His splendor with the Son,
He shaped His plan, the work begun.
In His image, His people stood,
Chosen and radiant, they glow in the world.
The children of God, the lamps to the earth,
Shining His truth, proclaiming His worth.
Since the beginning, they’ve been in His care,
Lights in the darkness, chosen and rare.
The Word took flesh, in Christ, the Light,
The Lord of glory, Zion’s delight.
The cornerstone, in the City divine,
The truth, the life, the holy design.
Climb the mountain, the gate to the skies,
Where light eternal never dies.
The spirits’ mother, the Holy Hill,
Where God’s bright people fulfill His will.
A city ablaze, on a mountain high,
Its light unhidden, it touches the sky.
Let your light shine, let the world see,
The glory of God, His majesty.
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