Softly, at the Brink of Night.....

Softly, at the brink of night
The purple daylight sighs
Soundlessly, the fading light
Deepens in my eyes
Far above the stars come out
To deck the midnight sea
How can feeble man yet doubt
Our God’s infinity?

From pale blue shades to purple blue
Then crimson, orange and gold
The sky, a fiery avenue
Of splendor o’er the world
No man however wise he be
Can ever prophecy
What will be the artistry
That paints the evening sky

But we know who the Artist is
Though some men may deny
Someday they’ll fall upon their knees
As He breaks through this sky
The gold and amber-crested lake
Deepens to aqua-blue
Before the darkness over-takes
The lofty avenue

Softly, at the brink of night
I lift a thankful gaze
To the Awesome Power and Might
Which sets the sky a-blaze
Far above, the stars come out
I breathe a thankful prayer
For I know there is no doubt
That God is watching there

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Janet Martin

…for Thine is the kingdom
The power and the glory
Forever and ever, Amen Matt.6:13