God's Astoundning Sky created for just us
Riding through an endless sky
Filled with thoughts untold
Remembering nights when darkness lay
In pools of crimson gold
Reaching up to touch the sky
Singing songs of love
Hearing sounds that thrill the soul
As through the morn thy they sweetly sigh.
Sounds of softnnesss
Melting through a noon that brings dull aggravation
An afternoon of solace
Singing to the morning
Breeze’s a gentleness of hope.
Colors of the rising sun
Sift through the open sky
Giving wonders in open granger
To the openness of God’s lustrous sky.