The light that shines for thee

Oh, My Son, My sun shines for thee
Together with another we are always three
Unto you is given the word
We speak no token
What is heard is real
What is intended by what we feel
For warmth and light always follow thee
Given unto thou by me
For thou art their Light and warm comfort
For their plight, though their own making,
shalt thou by forsaking thy own,
give them back their home
For all is not lost
the Finder of Souls,
at his own cost,
shall find and save
For this has he come
Begotten not made