Sonshine

 Sonshine

...and the sonshine fills my eyes as I walk through this life not

particularly blind but the sonshine fills me in every way.  From 

the coldness of my night, it streams in and fills my life.  

The brightness warms me and the the sonlight forms me.  It

grows me and matures me and the sonshine fills my life.  Only His

rays are strong enough to slice through the troubling haze.  

His sonshine fills my day.  

Ever thankful for it.  Ever clinging to it.  Ever striving to look

 like it.  Ever realizing I am addicted to it.  Ever knowing there

 is no joy with out it.  His sonshine fills my days.

and the sonshine fills my eyes,  when the tears stream 

from laughter or pain.  I know He is mine, I know I belong.

because His sonshine fills my days.

Stand under it.  Be a part of it.  Let His warmth engulf you.

Sonshine is meant to be felt, the sonshine

is supposed to posses and then rid the decay.

Won't you let His sonshine fill your day!!