Evening Tide

We trust our Lord at daylight when we can see His face. We watch His world unfolding, His sea with frothy lace. We trust our Lord at noonday when we can hear Him shout. We play in His bright sunlight with joy, not fear or doubt. We drift within the glory of our Lord on high. We never stop to ponder our death is drawing nigh. So quickly comes the nightfall. Oh God, we seek Your presence. A rough wind shakes our child-like faith, blows out our lamp of innocence. You made a birth canal for us. We never would have known that it, Oh Lord, was there for us. You brought us to our home. When we leave this world, Oh Lord, make it bearable, as when we came. We won't recall how we returned, but You'll be there just the same. Janet Marie Bingham