As in olden days dusk splays it wonderment on western hem
And we are awed by Holy God and twilight’s lavish diadem
Then, suddenly time’s spending spree is hushed it seems where
glory gleams
In satin streams and all our dreams are dull beneath day’s
dying reams
…as here and now become somehow not far removed from days of
old
Beneath the sweep of coral deep where progress cannot alter
gold
Of heaven vaults and man exalts, not other men, with breath-some
praise
But pauses awed by Holy God for His vast and unfathomed ways
…and as in olden days, we gaze and cannot find a curve of
ink
To tell full-well how twilight spells farewell in swells of
ether pink
To this blue dot of unforgotten desperation; man looks up
To see a sea of majesty spill rampantly from Heaven’s cup
© Janet Martin
Emily dropped in on her way home this evening, knowing my love of sunsets and said, mom, there's a sky happening that I think you'd like to see' so Melissa and I hopped in the van and drove up the road, (we can't see sunsets from our place) to a place where we paused, awed by God, just as in olden days...photos never do Him justice!!
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps.19:1
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps.19:1
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