Before the stars began to burn, before the gears of our time turned, He stood as King in realms of old, Only Begotten, the brave and bold. From the beginning He was known, upon a high and heavenly throne; The First of all, the Great I Am, the Shepherd and the Spotless Lamb. To follow Him and see the Light that every faithful spirit bears, To find a truly brighter day and merit mansions He prepares. That we might grow to be as He, within the Father’s family; Begotten children, called to rise, and claim our home beyond the skies. He organized the cosmic deep, when no ancient dared to sleep. And worlds unnumbered roll along, a never-ending, growing song; By Him each atom found its place, within the bounds of time and space. How vast the gap between His light and us who stumble through the night! To follow Him and see the Light that every faithful spirit bears, To find a truly brighter day and merit mansions He prepares. That we might grow to be as He, within the Father’s family; Begotten children, called to rise, and claim our home beyond the skies. Compared to Him our stature small, while He is Sovereign over all. An embryonic soul are we, compared to His great Majesty; Yet though He is the Lord of Might, He walks beside us through the fight. One spirit shines a mind so grand, its gulf a chasm He spans, But higher still than all the rest, sits He with wisdom truly blessed. "I am the Lord," His voice declares, More bright than any soul who dares. To follow Him and see the Light that every faithful spirit bears, To find a truly brighter day and merit mansions He prepares. That we might grow to be as He, within the Father’s family; Begotten children, called to rise, and claim our home beyond the skies. This life He holds, this power grand, He breathed into the sea and land, It glows within the heart of man, a part of His eternal plan. The Light that shines through chaos dark, in every soul there lives a spark; Though many cannot grasp the flame, it burns in honor of His name. To follow Him and see the Light that every faithful spirit bears, To find a truly brighter day and merit mansions He prepares. That we might grow to be as He, within the Father’s family; Begotten children, called to rise, and claim our home beyond the skies. Beware the pride that claims to know, for such a soul will cease to grow, "We have enough," the proud will cry, while truth and wisdom pass them by. But line on line and grace for grace, He shows to us His holy face; To those who listen and receive, He gives the power of belief. He came into the world He made, in humble flesh His tent He laid, The Messenger from Councils high, beneath a common, mortal sky. Though many knew Him not at all, and would not answer to His call, He showed the path of light and truth, to guide us in this time of youth.
