Norman Scott Finney

All creation seems to watch

Awaiting a day to come

Even nature will be changed

At the final setting sun

Deep in rustic beauty

On mountain tops around

A distant call is heard by all

Filled with eternal sound

A promise held to all who hear

Whispers in the wind

And dances on the waters

A call to enter in

A final place of peaceful life

That never fades away

All creation is made new

At the sunset of that day

By: Sherrie Bradley Neal