You shine there in the blue-black sky
A beacon in the calm of a desert evening
Calling me to
What?
Gazing at you I'm filled with hope
And suddenly young again, beyond
The care and worries
Of the years.
More beautiful than any diamond
Or blazing pearl
I know Jesus is the Morning Star
But looking at you
I can see that He
Loves the evening too.
[5/15/96]
Copyright © 1996 Gordon C. Zaft