Yesterday’s sun shone bleak and dreary
Tomorrow’s promises no better
With the twilight the clouds part briefly
And in the dying embers of the day
You look over the tops of distant pines
To see a single starlight burning fiercely.
I’m no psalmist to sing God’s praises
As He deserves to hear from me
Yet gratefully I sing of parting clouds
Of gentle rays that hold the dusk at bay
Of today’s clear hope and the King of glory
And you standing near me with starlight in your eyes.
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD! Hallelujah! (Psalm 150:6)