The Sentry by Byron KH Siemsen
Can you see Him 'bove the mist
Against the sky with starlight kissed?
His silhouette the hilltops grace
While toward your care He sets His face.
Then you'll see Him in the Morn
When birds start song and sunlight's born
As He His invitation sends
To watch as sunrise darkness mends.
Then when in daylight do you dream
Beside a winding, rushing stream,
You'll look upon that quiet hill
And see Him ever guarding still.