The sun came up
One more time;
In the eastern sky
It glows.
The Son came up
Just one time;
In the eastern land
He rose.

Softly clouds float
Across the sky;
White and pure they flow
On by.
Gently He floats
Across our lives;
White and pure He flows
On high.

The moon shines softly
Bright at night;
Faithful friend and guide
So white.
Our Lord shines softly,
Gives us sight;
Precious Friend and Son,
Our Light.

--Laurie Greer