A Song to the Father of Light

A Song to the Father of Light

by Ashly P Ash

Every color originates in you

And this is why you’re represented in blue

The purity from times of old

Shine forth in the color of gold

Royalty, robes, crowns on High

Purple is the color nigh

But your eyes, what color are they?

What color does your glory weigh?

 

Everything we touch and all that we see

Cries out from its place with so much need

For us to hear the cries of our land

For us in blessing to stretch out our hand

All is ours, we are stewards of much

But really how do we care for such?

But your eyes, what color are they?

What color does your glory weigh?

 

The sun shines bright and fills the land

Yellow reminds of your Son’s hands

The autumn reds and berries we pick

To remind us that your sacrifice was thick

The fields of corn and soy and hay

Green shades of blessings to fill our bays

But your eyes, what color are they?

What color does your glory weigh?

 

Snow which falls without asking

In white redemption we lay basking

Remove from the land every bad root

While we kick the orange dust with our boots

Enveloped in night, engulfed in its chill

Of our plight in black sin we’ve had our fill

But your eyes, what color are they?

What color does your glory weigh?

 

We worship you here in this place

The glory of your presence; we seek your face

Shine on us oh Father of Lights

Guide us with your fire by night

We seek to be your place for resting

Forever we choose to stay here nesting

But your eyes, what color are they?

What color does your glory weigh?