(c) By: Sharon Slaton Howell
Candy-pink roses blow in cool breeze,
Carefree birds dart in and out of hedges,
Someone mows his lawn in the distance.
All of the May delights that confront me
As I sit here on stone garden bench,
It's setting-sun rays that get me most --
Light shines on forest floor,
Light dances on trunks of trees,
Light glints off rusting wire fence
A farmer put in long before we moved in.
But there's a thought much higher
Than enchanting light of earth.
It's something Jesus once said:
"I am the light of the world;
He that followeth after me
Shall not walk in darkness,
But shall have the light of life."
(John 8:12)
The beauty of this Light
Can never fade to black.
Its presence and its power
Followers of His can never lack.
