Bunyan Poem

Here is a Bunyan poem I was blessed to read this week.

Meditation Upon The Day Before The Sun Rising

But all this while, where's he whose golden rays Drives night away and beautifies our days? Where's he whose goodly face doth warm and heal, And show us what the darksome nights conceal? Where's he that thaws our ice, drives cold away? Let's have him, or we care not for the day. Thus 'tis with who partakers are of grace, There's nought to them like their Redeemer's face. John Bunyan