AT SUNSET

Today I was angry with the Lord
I swore, and in my sin
I knew all along it was me
Not Him who was wrong.
My countenance fell, and in pique
I said that which I ought not to God;
And yet I knew that I would
In the end, come seeking forgiveness from Him;
Which I did, and God asked 'Why blame me ?'

For each sunset is the ending of woe,
And I laid my trouble at His feet
This new day - at sunset.
For today I cannot carry
Over to tomorrow
Nor grasp tomorrow for today.
So in all things I thank God, amen.

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