The glowing Sun grows the tall green grass,
Drops down sweat upon the working brow.
It burns the fearful forests, but lightens blue skies.
It caresses children frolicking in verdant fields.
Yet is respected by its ultraviolet rays that
Blinds staring eyes. It gives Seasons in years,
And hours in days, while birds chirp at sunrise.
Yet He who made the Sun made Hell without light.
While the Morning Star shines forever, it awakens
Sinful souls benighted by worldly woes. Give
God glory, like lilies dancing in Spring’s sunrays.
As it beams the dawning horizons, the Sun
Hovers over man and living creatures, to
Give us strength by its persistent poise.
But the Sun will cease to give her light.
No more will the Sun scorch the skin.
God’s Son will lighten every saved soul,
And a new Heaven and new Earth will
Allow new bodies to worship God freely.
So will it be with God’s Magnificent Light.
Darrel Venable
Divinity Poetry 