My Patch Of Blue

There's a bit of sky across the street Which I have learned to love, One end of it rests on the housetops high, The other on the Heavens above. It looks most beautiful at times And has been such a comfort too, That when I look through my windowpane I call it my "patch of blue." When I think of God's great universe With it's vast expanse of sky, And of those who can run from sea to sea Without a thought of why. This wonderous joy is given to them By a God so kind and true, I wonder if they are quite so glad As I for my "patch of blue."

I call it mine: God's gift to me From September until June, It heals my hurt; it warms my heart; And I'm sure that very soon The lesson that it teaches me will warm me through and through; For it seems as though God's blessed smile shines through my "patch of blue."

I've seen it when light fleecy clouds Went scurrying 'cross it's face, And made that tiny bit of sky Look like a bit of lace. I've also seen the storm clouds burst And winds go rushing through, But I always knew that once again I'd see my "patch of blue."

I've watched it when the wintry snows Had hidden it from sight, But I have known full well that soon It would once more be bright. When sunset drops it's curtain down She turns to golden hue, That little bit of lovely sky That was my "patch of blue."

When I lie upon my bed at night With a heart full of pain and fear, I think of the twinkling stars out there That shine so bright and clear. I think of the radiant, glorious moon shining the whole night through, And I know that the morning sun will bring Once more my "patch of blue."

I've looked across that bit of sky As the twilight hour drew near, And thought of one in that "Great Beyond" Who was to me most dear. He was such a very little lad Only ten years old, When he passed the portals through And he's still waiting for me there, Beyond my "patch of blue."

There are other dear ones over there whose journey here id over, I shall see them sometime, somewhere, At rest on the shining shore.

Dear Lord! Please help my life to be So patient, kind and true, That when at last my life is run I can cross my "patch of blue."

And then one day-when I tried to look I found I could not see, In my despair I cries aloud "O God-it cannot be That I must nevermore enjoy This precious, precious view, That I must learn to do without My little "patch of blue."

I know not what's in store for me Of sorrow, joy or pain; I do not know when I an see My bit of sky again. But I'm sure God's love and mercy Will lead me safely through And in my very heart of hearts He can put a "patch of blue."

Oh! Friend of mine! Are you shut in? Does your life seem hard to bear? Does your heart grow sick with longing For the joys you once could share? "I'll go with you," saith the Master, And his promises are true; So we're sure that in his blessed arms We'll find our "patch of blue."

Mary Newland Carson