Amy Baik Lee writes from a desk looking out on a cottage garden, usually surrounded by children’s drawings, teacups, and stacks of patient books. She is a writer and managing editor for Cultivating magazine, a contributing writer for The Rabbit Room, and co-director of the Anselm Arts Guild. Much of Amy’s writing stems from wonder at the redemptive love of Christ and the piercing, reorienting grace of His joy. Ever seeking to “press on to [her] true country and to help others to do the same” (C. S. Lewis), she posts essays and stories about living Homeward at amybaiklee.com. She lives in Colorado with her husband and two daughters.

I See a Light

by Matthew Clark 

I see a light, I see a light 

Like a spear thrust through gloom 

I hear a voice I hear a voice 

Like a song in the middle of the field of war 

I see a table, I see a table

Set for the hungry in their time of need 

I feel a touch a gentle touch 

Brush like a breeze in the desert heat 

CHORUS

With all my strength I turned my face

And found you were facing me, facing me 

You saw me naked there when my shame

fell round my feet, fell round my feet 

I hear a song, I hear a song 

Kindled in my stricken heart 

I learned a dance, I learned a dance 

And a music I’d not known to look for 

I nearly gave up, I nearly gave up 

So great the flood of evil that arose 

But then the tide turned and I heard laughter 

The Only Unconfused One comes to judge 

©2022 Matthew Clark, Path in the Pines Music, ASCAP