Often you feel your faith has gone weak,
Though you keep searching-you can't hear Him speak.
You gaze towards the east there's a fiery glow,
As the sun comes up, the colors begin to show.
Orange, pink, purple, blue and gray,
It's promising to be another beautiful day.
Like a campfire glowing on a starry night.
The orange is often the brightest sight.
Bringing the softness of a baby's touch,
The pink shows through-but not too much.
The purple around the sun doesn't promise much loyalty,
yet the mountains in the west stand out like royalty.
Gray is a color that is often grave.
But mixed together it flows like a wave.
The blue hides behind the fiery ball,
Yet it is truly the one that blends them all.
When all the colors begin to glisten,
Open your heart it will-listen.
You may stand up, shout and rejoice.
It is true-you can now hear Gods voice.
So the next time you watch the sun rise,
Watch with your heart, not just your eyes.