But then comes the night . . .

The days are all glory,

joy, and some wonder.

Even when raining,

I listen for thunder.

In the bright sun,

there is always my Shade.

And when there are clouds,

the delight does not fade.

All of this carries me,

by faith without sight

all the way into evening.


But then comes the night . . .

 

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