There are no shadows in the light,They fall outside its reach,
And the wave never seeks its rest
Until it’s on the beach.
There is a rhythm in the world,
Patterns of time and place.
The good and perfect gifts of His
Pure and unending Grace.
When I start moving too quickly
The world blurs out of view
And with it goes any hope of
Catching a glimpse of You.
So, even when the day gets wild,
With all its hurried pace,
I find I need take time to seek out
Those perfect gifts of Grace.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
This is the second sunset photo from SNW. I think it is absolutely breathtaking and what a gift from both Sweet S and from God!