Jesus At Midnight

Jesus walks at Sunrise, I wrote that once before Through the clouds in his shroud With tears, in his eyes. For He stands, still searching For the beauty that He made But now it is gone, forever gone For now it is Mans waste. Jesus walks at Sunrise, To survey the things He knew But gone are the trees, And the grass so green And the peace, that once did soothe; For the beautiful land that GOD made It has all been erased, And the sky above, which flew his dove Is now filled, with Mans waste. Jesus walks at Sunrise, I wrote that once before As though to be proud, Of the beauty he brought out As creator, and maker of our World. He came to see His mountains And His rivers and oceans so blue The land so green, and air so clean And watch the Eagles as they flew. Jesus walks at Sunrise, I wonder what does He see The hate all around, and Mans ugly sound From all of mans own disease. But now Jesus's beauty is gone Revealed through GOD's own sunlight, And that I won't deny And a tear for man I will cry, For now Jesus, walks at midnight. Randy L. McClave