The Sunset

   He takes out his brush
and His colors, no need to rush.
   Stroke after loving stroke He
covers the canvas with glory and majesty.
   First orange, then blue and silver,
pink, then violet and gold. His love flows like a river.
   The diamond stars appear,
they each look like a silver tear.
   A crescent moon appears out of
the fiery sunset. Away flies the dove.
   God's good grace and majesty
spread across the sky. He's looking down on you and me.