Candy pink roses blow in cool breeze,
Care-free birds dart in and out of hedges,
Someone mows his lawn in the distance.
Of all the May delights that confront me
As I sit here on stone garden bench,
It's setting-sunrays that get me most --
Light plays on trunks of trees,
Light glints off rusting wire fence
A farmer put up long before we moved in.
But there's a thought much higher
Than enchanting light of earth --
It's something Christ Jesus 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.
