‘Sonbathing’

You can’t expect a Sontan
If you’re living in the night,
And you’ll never find the place to grow
If you never find the light.
You cannot make your own light,
That lesson never learnt,
For those who play with matches
Eventually get burnt.

You can’t expect a Sontan
If you hide behind your clothes.
You can’t expect to feel the warmth
On a part that never shows.
And don’t expect a Sontan
The moment you step in the light.
Because a deep and lasting Sontan
Doesn’t happen over night.

I Sonbathe every morning and I Sonbathe every night,
And in between those two times I keep him in my sights.
When I’m drowning in life’s water and sin’s poison’s in my blood,
I just reach into the Sonshine, and He dries away the flood.

The Son fell on the darkened Earth
And gave mankind a light.
But He lit up our imperfections
So to a cross we nailed Him tight.
He took on all our darkness,
The Son set and died in pain.
But only two days later
The glorious Sonrise came again.

You stand there in your darkness
And say you cannot see the light.
Are you standing with your eyes closed,
Could be you’re just not living right.
Just take time to look around you,
If the source you cannot see,
Can’t you see a dim reflection
Of the Son shining on me.

Composer: Robert Bathurst

Lyricist: Martin Day
© M Day 1980