She sleeps so fair,
And only God can wake her.
Except where shadows linger.
Once, maybe twice,
As she rises and sets;
Sleeping, doth rise,
Awake, she goes to bed.
Bright and cheery,
She starts her day in light;
Red and misty,
She leaves in red, gold, sight.
I’m sorry it’s been so long. As school progresses, it may get much worse. Also, I am starting to save up for a camera again, so I can start photographing some adventures for you.
Drops fall down, down from above;
Each shines bright, as bright as the sun.
Even in sadness, sadness with tears;
Joy can be found, found without fear.
Droplets of dew, dew on the grass;
Each, a tiny lens, a lens made of glass.
Our eyes cannot see, see every blessing,
We see only us, and besides us, nothing.
Sunlight hits each, each a small star,
Illumined to brilliance, brightness seen afar.
Christ gives us light, and sight to see;
He is the source, the source of eternity.
So let the sun show, show its bright light;
To the lost world, a world without light.
We are the drops, the drops of sunshine;
To light up the world, the world for Christ.