1992
Master of the Light

“Master of the Light,” Ensign, July 1992, 48

Master of the Light

I praise thee when

Each pastel stroke of sunrise

Seems for me,

And every lustrous breeze

Ignites my soul

With glowing testament of thee.

But when my shoulders—

Burdened, bent to dust—

Refuse to lift,

Forget to trust,

I glory, Master

Artist of the Light,

That I can also find thee

In the night.