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With stillness and wonder I gaze up above to see
Light but partially visible behind wispy slate-colored clouds
A darkening sky removes the color from the trees
Everything silhouetted as we move to eventide
Moment by moment the picture beheld does change
The sun departing from my sight frame by frame
Silhouettes turn to shadows and darkness descends
The sky sets the scene for the remembrance of today
This Good Friday we relive the crucifixion
And see the light extinguished before our eyes
Although a veil of sadness covers all
It’s not as dismal dark as that historic day
We know our Lord’s foretelling renders true
The Light restored can never die or fade
Even looking back our vision tinted with hope
Inevitably lighter than back then