Dark clouds hang
Low in northern sky.
Beyond the river,
A streak of light
Kisses the hills.
Below my ridge,
Drab fields and
Bare, dark trees
Spilling brilliant rays
Across the valley,
Turning all to gold.
Isn't that how it is some days?
All looks dark and depressing until God rushes in and transforms the landscape of our circumstances.
Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
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