Before the evening comes
And finally brings slumber to my eyes,
I will revel in the last burst of colors
That has streaked the darkening skies.
I will rest in the cool embrace
Of the late afternoon breeze.
I will look forward to the sweet dream
In which I will dwell in peace.
Before the evening comes—
For surely it will come!—
I will be the burst of color
In our darkening home,
And the cool breeze
To my family’s weary souls.
Oh, before You let the evening
Come upon me, I will tell them
Not to worry, because though
The night is cold and swells
With shadows, it’s followed
By a sweet dream, in which
Every tear and pain
Has been wiped away.
