Because Your Light Is So Precious

The light he gives is so precious and so lovely
that I could not take that light on my whole body.
The white robe he wears is so white and so lovely
that I could not lay a hand on his white robe,
afraid I would block that light,
afraid I would soil that robe.
His eyes as he looked at me were so humble
that I could not look at him closely.
Standing beside him, I was so stained.
I firmly resolved that my eyes would grow kind like his.
So that the white robe he wears would not be soiled because of me,
I resolved to live by the word.
If my eyes grow kind like his and I live by the word,
I too, following the light he sheds,
will be able to share the gospel.