You are the most high, Triune God, the lovely mystery solved within three persons, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. You are the author of the salvation that we cling to when the condemning rains pour over our hair and skin.
You are the author of creation, whose breath spoke the first words of poetry ever uttered, “Let there be light.” No wonder you are the light of the world then and now, piercing through the darkness of the sin filled air.
You are the light we will bask in as we walk the halls of the temple in New Jerusalem, and the pleasant green fields outside the city that will never see the darkness that currently consumes us. Lord, we wait breathlessly for the sunrise that will never end, the mountaintops that will never see bloodshed.
Meanwhile, Father, be the source of our ability to love, Son be the way through the valley of the shadow of death, and Spirit be the truth that sets us free. The one hope that thrives in the living temples walking about in the garden we currently call our world.
You are the strength residing in us that allows us to confess, despite our weaknesses and our ever ready enemies, that Jesus Christ is the Lord over all and Savior of our souls.