The Sun Still Shines

Although the sun may hide his face

Behind a darkened cloud,

Though he may seem to shrink in shame

Within a rainy shroud,

Though he may stay well out of sight,

Yet still the sun shines proud.

For all the trees grow straight and tall,

The grass is thick and green,

The blossoms burst within their beds,

Bees humming in between,

And everywhere the sun’s effects

Are felt or can be seen.

And God it always right there too

Though sometimes we don’t see

That hand that guides us through the storms

Or holds us lovingly

When all we want to do is cry

Or strike out angrily

But the storms will finally pass

And we’ll know what to do;

Anger settles, the tears will dry,

We’ll look at things anew,

Because, much like the sunshine does,

His love always burns through.