I want to gaze at sunsets
and not think one more day has passed
in which I lived with regrets,
just paralyzed by my sad past
I want to see its colors,
the vibrant hues of clouds at dusk
and hope for all it offers
a good night's rest and chance to trust

To trust the divine painter
of heaven's canvas, western skies
who's beauty ever renders
my heart to ponder and to cry
to cry for his kind mercy
to heal my broken soul so blind
that after witnessing such splendor,
just hang my head and sigh

Eternity's light shines within
the heart's transcendent strife
with finite numbered beats it sings
the brevity of life
And we are all like children here
Our favorite question's why
The better question though is where
will I be when I die?