It is a day when sunshine still will shine
The birds thread piercing voices in the trees
Yet darkened thoughts effect men's acts malign
No understanding of the Mind divine
That fashioned all mankind, all lands and seas.
It is a day when beauty holds its own
Mountains still stand, and rivers freely run
Yet crime and bloodsheds is the undertone
While wars and earthquakes on our screens are shown
But faith will hold the wonders of the Son.
It is a day when still the skies are blue
While dreamy clouds will float all summer long
Hiding the face of a demonic brew
That whispers words that never can be true
But Truth will sing its own authentic song.
It is a day just like all other days
When we are held securely in His Hand
And we can walk within His fields of praise
The dark will only show His Love ablaze
Where we enjoy His ever-singing Land.