The Sonshine’s rays break through the water poured
To cleanse from Adam’s sin and make hearts whole;
The pieces knit together with His sword
Make One for Him our body and our soul.
His spring, the source of living water, flows
To irrigate our dry and thirsty land
That all born in these eastern lands will know
Salvation through creator’s loving hand.
His hand is Son who dies upon the cross—
Becomes our own when we surrender life
And all our sinful dreams at last are lost
As who we really are steps into Light.
The mantle of His Sonshine’s cloak we wear
As He lifts from us all our earthly cares.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 