With the first light of the day
The coldness starts melting away.
The light creates hues
Of purple, pink and blue.

The sky before the day,
Sets Time to a play. 
The overhead stage, set in total darkness,
Represents those who chose the way of wickedness.
Against the next actors the blackness endeavors to taint.
These, each star, represents a saint.

The stars shine in expectance.
Each with a hope continues to give their tiny eminence.
Though the darkness of night continues to oppress,
Till their leader comes the stars must persist.
An hour, maybe two more, then the darkness will no longer be able to shun
The blazing glory of the sun.

The night continues with foreboding. 
Some claim the night will live undying.
Although it is darker now than before, 
As if the stage curtain was just brought across this overhead floor, 
The props and set are moving
For Act II – The Morning.

The sky forecasts a future final day. 
But those who have read the story’s ending, 
Worry not that the darkness still covers everything. 
Not all the characters are on stage that were writ, 
The final actor stands just out of sight
Behind the curtain at stage right.

Even as to the stars, the darkness is scoffing, 
The outer edge of its realm begins burning.
Then out from the curtain
and up from the horizon,
the mighty ancient light
rises to defeat the night.

​No night however dark can a victory display
For every morning proves the winner is the day. 
The backdrop of the overhead stage is sapphire,
To the terror of the darkness, rises the great ball of fire.

All the blackness melts in its gleam.
All that was hidden is now seen.
At once, the sun gathers every star.
Not one he misses, near or far.
Defeat is now the only claim of the night.
All kneel before the victor of the fight.

So comes the sun
rising on the clouds of the heavens. 
So shines the Son
as the unchallengeable Ruler of Heaven.

​Is it from herself that femininity derives her beauty?
No, woman is not the origin of beauty.
For when woman came to life,
Beauty was witness at her birth.

Is it from himself that masculinity derives his strength?
No, man is not the origin of strength.
For when man was made from dust,
It was strength that breathed life into his lungs.

But feminine beauty is also strong.
And masculine strength is also beautiful.
What can this mean?
Are they like sister and brother different but similar?

Femininity like fruit can corrupt.
Masculinity in the same can rot.
Devoid of life they cease to be what they are.
Then where does their life come from?

Femininity is like a colored window pane,
Masculinity too like a church glass.
When clean they reflect in different colors 
The light that shines through them.

Then their origin must be also their life,
Their life be also their light,
Their light also their father,
And so He is.

Beauty can be seen through woman
And strength seen through man.
Pure Beauty is not found in woman.
Highest Strength is not found in man.

The origin of beauty is the Creator of woman.
The origin of strength is the Maker of man.
Their Father is the giver of their life.
God is the source.
God is both beauty and strength.

​Men may tame nature.
Men may rule nations.
But what is the ultimate test of a man?

Some men cure disease.
Some men build cities.
But what is the ultimate test of a man?

It is not his control over nature.
It is not his control over other men.
The ultimate test of a man is his control over himself.

The Ultimate Man was tempted,
Yet resisted.
The Ultimate Man was betrayed,
Yet forgave.
The Ultimate Man was rejected,
Yet He loved.
He was disowned, mocked, and murdered.

While possessing the power of God
Over men, nature, and death,
He controlled His power for the sake of the weak.
By His death, He took manhood to its limit
As only divinity could.
And in His resurrection,
He became the Ultimate Savior of men.