Where is Your Rainbow?
W’en before the glorious Throne I bow
And God asks “Where is your rainbow?”
Oh, what would I tell to the Holy One,
That he may say “My son, well done!”
Would I plead ignorance
Of the precious Second Chance
That He blessed me with
Even though I did not deserve it?
Would I say “I am sorry”
That I have always been in a hurry
To lift my brush and paint
The colours of love over sin’s taint?
Would I say “I was blind”
And His rainbows I could not find
In the sky of His promise
To remind me that my life was His?
Or would I say, I did my best
With all the colours He gave me to test
On the gifted canvas of life
And paint hope across the face of strife?
Whatever my response and rewards be,
It’d be made crystal clear for me to see,
That even though I failed to
play my part,
He was always there to offer a new start.
Thus the rainbows in the sky
azure I behold;
Reminding me of the Covenant of times old
T’at God made with a passing mortal
In order to fulfill HIS Purpose eternal.
A Anato Swu
Satakha Town, Zunheboto