christian poetry

there is an hour of peaceful rest
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
when the hours of day are numbered
long has the summer sunlight shone
when i returned at sunset
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
i cannot always feel his greatness
afraid no more, i say
he's gone
the pale day drowses on the western steep
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
under a spreading chestnut tree