How distant seems past sunshine;
How dismal is the rain
When dark clouds of despair
Gather overhead again.
All the blessing we’ve been given
Seem nothing but hope lost
When we’re faced with our own sin
And are forced to bear the cost;
But no matter what you’ve done;
No matter what you’ve been;
God’s within your reach
To lift you out of sin.
So if you yearn for SONshine
And repent of what is past,
Turn your face toward Jesus
To be born again at last;
Then with Jesus in your heart
And with Him to guide your way
All the blessings of your longing
Can be yours each single day.
Elizabeth Ruth
Read other articles, stories and poems by Elizabeth Ruth at: www.trovemagazine.com
