31 Jan 2002
As I look down at the rushing stream, shining waves of blue
I think of God’s creation, how he made it all for you
So I look up at the shining sky to see a flock of geese fly
By, and a beautiful sunset span the sky
Slowly the sun sinks down behind the hills
But a bit of color still remains
Slowly the night sky covers all the plains
The stars light my way as I walk homeward