As I sat in the sunshine,

Feelings the warmth of it’s rays,

I remembered my jar of clay

With a lid on it

I took out the lid and let the warmth, light and sweetness of the sunshine in,

Then Jesus said daughter don’t you see, if you let the sunshine in it is like letting me in, to brighten and lighten your heavy load

This is more precious than gold,

The story here may be told but the ending only God will unfold