BLUE SUN

What would you do next Monday if you got out of bed,
And found out that the sun shone blue and that the grass was red?
In a world of mass confusion the sea was coloured white,
What would you do next Tuesday if your day had turned to night?

What would you do next Wednesday if you threw your curtains back,
And looked into a bright green sky and found the moon was black?
You'd surely think that things weren't right and want to understand,
Why all these things had happened and ruined all your plans.

Deep within your heart,
Your world is inside out,
Even though you may not know,
Your soul is crying out,
There's an emptiness inside,
Only He can satisfy,
When are you gonna move,
That blue sun from your sky?
That blue sun from your sky?

What would you do next Thursday if asked just where you were,
Were you for God or against Him or didn't really care?
And on the Friday morning as the blue sun shed its light,
Would you think of Jesus' sacrifice or banish it from sight?

What would you do next Saturday if your friends weren't there no more,
Cos in the night you'd taken flight when death knocked on your door?
In your mind of mass confusion you saw heaven and then hell,
And in despair you cried, 'It isn't fair! Why didn't people tell?'

But they told you in your heart,
Your world was inside out,
Even though you didn't know,
Your soul was crying out,
They'd told of emptiness inside,
Only He could satisfy,
Why didn't you ever move,
That blue sun from your sky?
That blue sun from your sky