The sky turns pink and purple soon
the evening veils descend
my thoughts fly gently on the sea
where time and distance blend
Again I walk upon the sands
of ancient Galilee
and rest on Jordan's windy shores
beyond the cedar trees
I love to sit and listen to
the words of our dear Lord
and watch disciples gently smile
with love and one accord
When evening falls I love to hear
Ezekiel, Son of Man
be carried by the spirit's wings
to hear God's warning plan
How wonderful to know the word
and prophesies of old
have been fulfilled to eyes that see
and ears that hear what's told
The sky turns pink and purple soon
the evening veils descend
my thoughts fly gently on the sea
where time and distance blend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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