Where Grace Forever Falls

The rising sun’s first glint does gleam, To light the amber sky’s soft dream, Its heavenly glory briefly glows, And pierces hearts with beauty’s prose.

Along the mountain pass I tread, Where time slows down, by wonder led, Nature’s grand Mass in light unfolds, The river gleams with radiant gold.

This holy moment, swift to fade, Outshines the tempests’ dark crusade, With providential force it calls, To march where grace forever falls.

Song of the Pines