有时偶是青天 Sometimes Even A Blue Sky

1有时偶是青天，经常是有黑云；
我曾偶然午夜歌唱甘甜，经常不发音韵；
虽然偶晴，但是经常是阴，迫我学习忍耐，
迫我不能不来寻求神心，神的喜爱。
有时四围干渴，清凉何其难得；
你杖要打到多沉重，苛刻，方有可喝？
你火要烧到多高热通红，方算试炼完全？
你手须刺多深，须扎多痛，方能吸出甘甜？
2有时需要荆棘，方能显你能力；
我曾辗转接近死亡丧失，无眠无食无寄。
有时我须丧失我的所有，方能完全自由；
我曾莫名一文，未向人求，相信不忧。
有时也有争斗，弟兄反对弟兄，
谁都想要打出最重拳头，谁都汹汹；
我曾闭户谢客向你唱诗，知道你心最痛，
知道我的，不比你的，损失；学习苦难交通。
3现今已过一生，年日逐日飞滚，
安坐你前，我听‘时间’步声，使我感觉黄昏；
冷月在上正在逐渐亏减，此生也在折扣；
前面黑云已经没有几片，大都落后；
我的将来正在将我已过割分；
每个消逝年日，正渐解开此生纠纷；
一切‘可见’正渐下沉失光，‘不见’正在显露；
我的盼望正向上面仰望，我心与它同路。
4回顾一生境遇：日成月，月成年，
年成一生，一生来而又去，不久将到终点；
回头来看起点，那个更甜？到底是那朝霞？
还是落日？落日更近你面！更近你家！
我等你的回来，我心已渐无能，
我眼已渐昏花，我将离开此生帐棚；
环山笑容正在招我安歇，我渐脱离缠累，
我的捆绑好像都在松解，我归,我要即归。

Sometimes Even A Blue Sky
1 Sometimes there's clear blue sky, but clouds most of the time;
Sometimes I find a sweet song in the night; more often, there's no rhyme;
Skies rarely clear, mostly cloudy and drear—I patience learn thereby,
For I'm compelled then to seek out God's will and His delight.
Sometimes all 'round is dry, refreshment's hard to gain;
How harshly, mightily must Thy rod strike, to drink obtain?
To what hot blaze must Thy fire be raised till trials are complete?
How deep, how painfully must Thy thorn pierce, till there's an outflow sweet?
2 Sometimes a thorn must pierce, Thy pow'r to manifest;
At times I have wandered near death and loss, no food no home no rest.
Sometimes I need to lose all that I have, to fully be set free;
When penniless, I don't beg, having faith, not anxiety.
Sometimes there's fighting too, between the brothers dear,
Each wants to score the most powerful blow, rage everywhere;
Refusing visitors, sing I to Thee, whose heart's most pained by these;
My loss with Thine can't compare, but I'd learn to share Thy sufferings.
3 I've reached the end of life, my fleeting years passed by;
Here in Thy presence, I hear time "tick" by, I feel the dusk draw nigh;
The winter moon is beginning to wane; my life, too, ebbs away,
Ahead, not many dark clouds yet remain, most lie behind;
My future draws a line, which from my past divides,
With each day's passing, the conflicts of life are all untied;
As light from "visible" fadeth from sight, "invisible" is seen;
My hope is set on that hope in the heav'ns, with it my heart shall be.
4 My days have turned to months, my months have turned to years,
Years into a lifetime that waxes and wanes, and soon the end appears;
In retrospect, which of these is most sweet? Sunrise, or set of sun?
'Tis set of sun, for it's nearer to Thee, to Thy dear home!
Awaiting Thy return, my heart is weary, spent,
My eyes are dimming, and soon I'll depart from this life's tent;
The mountains smile as they call me to rest, my burdens to unload;
Now ev'ry weight has been melted away. I go, I quickly go!