Friday, February 11, 2011

Eventide

In quiet hush of eventide
God hovers very near.
When the "dust" of day recedes
His gentle voice I hear.

"The day is done, it's battles won.
Peace, My Child, be still.
Let Your spirit rest in Me
And find sweet sleep until...

"I bring another fresh new morn,
Sparkling softly with the dew...
My gift to you... of Son-lit day
When all is fresh and new.

"In quiet now of eventide,
Hush, My Child, be still.
Let My angels watch o'er thee
And blessings o'er you spill."

© 2009 Arlene Schwartzkopf