Sunset

Golden teardrops wet the horizon
As the melting sky falls on the trees;
Flames of crimson dance in a sea of blue
As the evening displays its masterpiece.

What rose in the morning
In fiery-red
Has now on the sky
All its beauty bled.

In rising to life
It strongly burned its shadow less light,
And now setting to die
Its beauty caresses the early night....
............

--What of my strength
To brightly shine?
What will my life display
On the day I die?

Will my light simply sink far below
Life's burning horizon with nothing to show?
Or will God's glory light up the trees
As I allow Him to show His beauty through me?