The Bible says, in Heaven there will be no night

But it's the approach of night, in all its many-colored splendor,

That shows me God the Master Painter

It's the starry host of night who testify

To God the Universe-Creator

It's the fearsome dark and danger of night

That call forth God my Defender

And the bitter tears of restless nights that drive me to the arms

Of God my Comforter

In late-night chats with wiser ones than I,

I hear whispers from God my Counselor

And through the dream-laced sleep of night,

I receive the ministrations of God my Restorer

The Bible says, in Heaven there will be no sea

But it's the depth and breadth of ocean waters that give me a hint of the devotion

Of God the Lover of my Soul

And it's the chilling pull of undertow that reminds me to be grateful

To God my Life Preserver

It's the sound of mighty breakers pounding fast upon the rocky shore

That echoes the potent gavel of God the Eternal Judge

And it's the foaming, salty sea spray that evokes the tender tears

Of God the Mother Hen, lamenting over her Jerusalem

How mind-rending it is

To anticipate a clarity of sight

By which we know You for Who You are

Without the cherished crutch of interpretation