The Sun

The sun bursts through the trees
With messages of gold
Reflecting its embroideries
And treasuries untold.

The beauty of its light
Will warm us day by day
Unless clouds hide it from our sight
And turning gold to grey.

Once on a dusty road
A traveller would meet
A mighty light from heaven that glowed
And swept him from his feet.

The Voice we all well know
The conversation too
Transforming power to overflow
His life was formed anew.

And though he then was blind
Soon he, once more would see
The world, a different person find
And his old life to flee.

And we have met the Sun
Perhaps not blinded then
But knowing there is only One
Above all other men.

So many see a light
But are not dazzled yet
They soon perhaps will reignite
And former days regret.

The Sun has kindly rays
That never, never burn
For God will lead us in His Ways
Where we His Heart will learn.

The dazzle always will
Bring wonder to our eyes
We treasure all His glories still
And wait His Son arise.

Book by Paul Purday

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