Sunrise/Sunset

Surely this crimson sky tells a story;
Undersides of clouds radiant; blood-like.
New day dawns with God’s brush painting.
Red sky in the morning, sailor’s warning,
I have heard it said since I was a child.
Surely this crimson sky tells a story
Everything in the world colored by Him.

Surely this crimson sky tells a story,
Undersides of clouds radiant; blood-like.
Now eve comes with God’s brush painting.
Surely this crimson sky tells a story,
Everything in the world colored by Him.
The night’s palette darkens again.


“When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red. And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowering.”
-Matthew 16:2-3 (KJV)