The moon with borrowed light gives witness to the sun,
Discretely fading with the night when morning has begun.
John’s borrowed light was drawn from heaven’s vibrant rays,
His life a witness to the dawn of Christ’s approaching blaze.
The clouds of sin yet mask Earth’s tangled, stubbly ground,
And O how many hearts still ask where God’s clear path is found.
For borrowed light we pray so we may be a sign
That points to Christ, the truth, the way, the life, the light divine.