Carefree birds dart in and out of hedges,
Someone mows his lawn in the distance,
Cool breezes waft all around me.
Of all 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 plays on trunks of trees,
Light glints off rusting wire fence
A farmer put in before we moved in.
But there's a thought much higher
Than enchanting light of earth --
It's something Christ 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.
It's presence and its power
Followers of His can never lack.
