ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
The piercing rays of crimson red, cut through the morning sky,
The hand of God has painted it – a treasure for the eye,
Some say that we should be aware of danger at the door,
When ships don’t sail or hoist the mast, when flowers bloom no more.
Make haste, they offer as advice, tread softly as you go,
The storms may come and ruin the day, stay home and just lay low,
But He who tends the winds and rain will also care for you,
Through all the danger at your door, God surely sees you through.
His mighty hand will comfort you, His mercy is your glue,
The redness soon will dissipate and skies will turn to blue,
Just trust in His unfailing love, let go of all your fears,
He’s there within your past as now and all your future years.