I wonder why it is that the sun
Has hidden its' face,
For so many, many days?
Might it have gazed
To and fro upon the earth
And saw naught worthy to shine upon,
Will the sun ever shine again?
Could it be hiding
From the shameful state of men?
Whose hearts are filled
With vanity and greed.
Is it in anguish, over the lost
And undone state of Gods creation?
Has it stolen away
To shed bitter tears,
That fall to the earth
In the form of rain?
Has it gone into seclusion?
Unable to view the shame,
Of those whose hearts
Have turned to hardened stone,
And yet contend to be
The Fathers very own.
Will the sun ever shine again?
Would to God, we
Could see our hearts
Through the eyes of our maker.
Perhaps we would plead with the potter,
Please reshape us, bend us, twist us,
Break us if you must,
No matter what the pain.
Until we have become pliable
Again, in His mighty hand.
Then I'm certain the sun
Would break through,
Those dark, dark clouds,
That have covered
The earth many days.
And send forth upon us once again,
It's glorious life giving rays.
