Sunshine - Poem by Donald Yates
This morning when I awoke, a stream of sunlight flowed from the window. It was like a spot light casting a bright round spot on the floor. I lay there, half asleep, and for a while watched as partials floated through the sunbeam. Does the power of God flow so beautifully through me? I wonder, perhaps if I truly look I would see his magnificence flowing like the beam of light. For those who have eyes to see, let them see.
He flows in me, day and night,
always there like a light.
His warmth I feel,
I know he's real.
He stood by me through good and bad,
even when I was but a little lad.
His hand I felt when I was only five
I knew back then why I was alive.
I do for Him all I can
I follow the son of man.
He'll stand by me, I'll stand by Him,
Until I'm old and my eyes grow dim.
The day is near I'll take my last breath,
Without fear, I'll face Satin's death.
There's no fear for my heart is His,
Because I know He lives.
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