Never In All My Days Have I

Never In All My Days Have I

Never in all my days have I

A sunrise seen or a sunset

And not been so astonished by

The One Above creating it;

Who took the color out of what

To say when it is to go where

While out of nothing at all but

He’d let it fade into thin air;

Without a sense of wonder why

Such glory stretches over all

That’s manifest before this eye

Belonging to one oh so small;

Whilst watching all of this aware

He did it Who has to know how

To do whatever’s He’s done there

To set it down to here and now.