The shadow falls
down the mountainside
blotting out the light.
A passing cloud
darkens the world.
Above it, all is bright.
Amid shadow we dwell
beneath the shelter of your wing,
guided by your voice.
Darkness and light
shifting around us,
we make our choice.
Until death comes,
O great darkness,
enfolding us in night.
Night made into day,
His glorious resurrection,
everlasting light.
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