Look toward the striking sunset,
Filled with bursts of orange and gold,
Made with the finest paintbrush
Held by Eternal Hands that care
Faithful Hands~
That never grow old.
Look toward the silent sunrise
With blues & pinks that fill the skies
The gift of a new day awaits
Filled with love and hope
and perhaps a surprise.
How our eyes gaze upon this world
Observing what is good and true
As many things come into sight
that were made by God
For us to view.
Our eyes --like our thoughts are rather small
Well...how much do we really know ?
Not so much ...as the
days continue to come and go
(and not by our command)
but we know enough to understand
That God knows all
and all will go
Just as He planned.
