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| Photo by Jen Shiller in SC |
When the sun sets on the ocean
and her waves turn silver blue,
when the clouds begin to feather
when the clouds begin to feather
just as darkness settles in,
when evening breezes stir and bend
when evening breezes stir and bend
the tall grass at the shore
what kind of day will I have lived
what kind of day will I have lived
what love will I have shared?
What words of mine will echo
in the hearts of friends and foes?
What help will I have offered
to someone deep in need?
What joy will I have shared with those
who long to find a friend?
What truth will I have spoken out
that justice might be done?
What peace will I have made
in my family's broken circle?
What price will I have paid
for staying true to my beliefs?
What love will then be mine
for having walked this day with you?
When the sun sets on the ocean
and her waves turn silver blue,
when the clouds begin to feather
when the clouds begin to feather
just as darkness settles in,
when evening breezes stir and bend
when evening breezes stir and bend
the tall grass at the shore
what kind of day will I have lived
what love will I have shared? what kind of day will I have lived
Amen.
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