Though I have seen a sunset
blazing o’er the sea
Burnt orange and crimson spilling down,
Silken violet all around,
A painted melody

Though I have seen the mountains
rising up on high
Majestic, towering strength of stone,
Crowned with white, stretching alone
To pierce the endless sky

Still nothing here can measure
to all I see in you
A light that far outshines the sun,
A strength that cannot be undone,
And goodness always true

– s. Clark