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red at night....red in the morning |
| Surely this crimson sky tells a story; Undersides of clouds radiant; blood-like. New day dawns with God’s brush painting. Red sky in the morning, sailor’s warning, I have heard it said since I was a child. Surely this crimson sky tells a story Everything in the world colored by Him. Surely this crimson sky tells a story, Undersides of clouds radiant; blood-like. Now eve comes with God’s brush painting. Surely this crimson sky tells a story, Everything in the world colored by Him. The night’s palette darkens again. “When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red. And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowering.” -Matthew 16:2-3 (KJV) |