If God can paint the morning sky,
And turn the darkened night to day,
Then surely, when in pain you cry,
He'll turn your burdens – His own way.
If He commands the sun to rise,
And bids the anxious shadows cease,
Then He can open blinded eyes,
And gift your struggling heart with peace.
The weight you carry, hard and long,
The sorrow that you hold so tight,
Can be the theme of hope's new song,
And turn your darkness into light.
So trust the Hand that moves the sun,
That guides the stars through vast expense;
The work He has in you's begun,
To turn your burdens into blessings.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 2:26 AM UTC
If God can paint the morning sky,
And turn the darkened night to day,
Then surely, when in pain you cry,
He'll turn your burdens – His own way.
If He commands the sun to rise,
And bids the anxious shadows cease,
Then He can open blinded eyes,
And gift your struggling heart with peace.
The weight you carry, hard and long,
The sorrow that you hold so tight,
Can be the theme of hope's new song,
And turn your darkness into light.
So trust the Hand that moves the sun,
That guides the stars through vast expense;
The work He has in you's begun,
To turn your burdens into blessings.