The Son Light

Tue, 08/13/2013 - 12:59 -- GCot95


       He rose again, to raise me up.His light was sufficient;His source was illuminated.          Spectrums exposed in between tree leavesFocusing on every point of the Earth;Every being, every chloroplast, every poreSoaked up His life.        The sky grew dark,And He hid His face.Not because He had no more to give,but He hidBecause we didn't bother to seek--His amazing grace.        But every being, every chloroplast, every poreAbsorbed enough lightTo manage through the night.        His light was honest;His source was promised.        His rays of life were more than, yet never enoughSo surely the next day,He'd rise again, to raise me up



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