Reflecting His Light

 

The sky was shrouded in thick clouds,
The heavens held no light
As the moon drifted on its way
Through the chill of the night.
 
Yet as the sun began to rise
It warmed the cloudy sky
Until a sliver of its light
Shown down from upon high.
 
Then, as that thin sliver of light
Peeked briefly through the haze,
It touched the misty, dark inlet
And set its face ablaze.
 
The colors from the sun above
Reflected back such light,
That all the inlet woke to joy,
Forgetting the cold night.
 
That simple act of reflection
Is what we’re called do.
Lord, let our lives reflect to all
The glory found in You.
 
John 8:12
Again, Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”