by Verna Cole Mitchell
2/28/2007 / Poetry
The sunset gold I came to see
Was not the sight that beckoned me.
Instead, the sun, red as could be,
Sank slowly in an old pine tree.
Before the sun was out of sight,
The moon was ready to take flight
And bring reminder with its light:
God's in control; the world's aright.
And since I know my life He'll keep
Within His care through night clouds steep,
I'll close my eyes and go to sleep
Till morning sun the sky will creep.
Verna Cole Mitchell is a wife, mother, grandmother, and retired teacher, who is so grateful to God for all his blessings. Her desire is to honor God with her life and with her words.
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