after golden hour

i love the world
after the rain
vibrant hues refreshed
the setting sun renewed
keeping his tryst with night
all will be well
disfiguring dirt
washed away
like pretense in the face of truth
i love the look of joy
on the face of a child
seeing a friend walk in
such clean innocence
before the build-up
distrust obscures honest love
before they learn to hide
behind the fine
what if i laid down my mask
would you still choose to love
such high marks we set
for fellow souls at Calvary
when all i got was free
the price was paid
so i can forgive these scars
as He forgave His
and find each step
goes higher
unto glory