When Evening Comes
by Pamela Pylewww.drpamela.com
When evening comes
Night here to stay
Thoughts chase memories
Which skitter away
Light slowly dims
Darkness seeps in
Sounds of angels heard
Worship to begin
Thoughts grow still
Heart lifts in praise
Lord and King
My soul he'll raise
No night to come
No setting sun
My Saviors arms
Into thee I run
