Beneath Evening Wings
When twilight fades into the night
and darkness steals the dying light,
grant me the peace I humbly seek,
wield thy power so I won't break.
As silence whispers through the trees,
'neath evening wings reveal thy face;
praying for grace this weary soul,
oh, pick me up each time I fall.
Make me accept what I can't change
and change the things that I still can,
show me the way and set me free
that I may face eternity.
While the stars shining at midnight
point the way to a morning bright,
in deep repose watch over me
and wake me up to a new day.
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