A beautiful poem by my grandmother. I didn't appreciate this one for some time, but now it seems just perfect. Funny how that happens.
God, if a God is there beyond the sunset,
Bid me believe that you are kind and true--
Tell me to think that evils round about us
Came into life because of us, not You.

Teach me to know the glory of Your sunset
Means something more than just a perfect day--
Help me to see that now Your day is over
Sorrows are ending, cares will fade away,

Just as the colors of Your radiant sunset
Fade into nothing in the western sky.
Oh, teach me God, to know Your mighty purpose,
Tell me that You are there for such as I.