Coming Out Of The Dark

I Believe In The Sun

by Darryl Lee Rush

I believe in the sun even when it’s not shining.

I believe in love when I feel it not.

I believe in the good Lord above even when He is silent.

Make plows out of all your guns, I believe in the sun.

I believe in my Grandma even though she’s gone on.

I can still hear her singing that old gospel song,

“One bright morning I’ll fly away.”

I believe in the Son.  I’m gonna see her one day.

I believe in the sun even when it’s not shining.

I believe in Love when I feel it not.

I believe in the good Lord above even when He is silent.

Make plows out of all your guns I believe in the sun.

After the Storm

Mumford and Sons

And after the storm,

I run and run as the rains come

And I look up,

I look up, on my knees and out of luck,

I look up.

Night has always pushed up day

You must know life to see decay

But I won’t rot,

I won’t rot

Not this mind and not this heart,

I won’t rot.

And I took you by the hand

And we stood tall,

And remembered our own land,

What we lived for.

But there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew

I saw exactly what was true

But oh no more.

That’s why I hold,

That’s why I hold with all I have.

That’s why I hold.

I will die alone and be left there.

Well I guess I’ll just go home,

Oh God knows where.

Because death is just so full and mine so small.

Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

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About buddyandbug

Man and I moved from Texas to Colorado with Buddy and Bug. This blog is a chronicle of our adventures as we deal with homesickness and adjust to Mountain Living. “If you are a dreamer,come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ~ Shel Silverstein
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