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.