Taps
 
Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes,
from the hills,
from the sky,
all is well,
safely rest
God is near.
 
fading light,
Dims ther sight,
And a star gems the sky
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing near,
Falls the night.
 
Thanks and praise,
for our days,
Neath the sun
Heath the sky,
As we go,
This, we know,
God is near.
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