The old man didn’t know if he had one more painting in him, or what his shaky fingers could do
He had painted many things through the years so long ago that now he could not figure what to choose
Then he looked out of his window to see a bright sunset and he knew this was a moment not to lose
He zoomed his camera in on the brilliance of the sun rays and decided to just let his fingers loose

The young man stood there weeping at the graveside of his father who had passed away so swiftly in the night
For years they’d been apart and just lately Dad had called him and wanted to make sure he was all right
For the next few weeks they talked and talked and grew quite close again and the future started looking very bright
And as he stood there in the twilight tears flowed down his face as he fought the hurt and anger at his plight.

God paints the sunset every day
A million different colors changing hue from ray to ray
And the beauty he creates cannot be matched by any man
Because every evening sunset is a gift that God created 
To please the eye of every single man

The old man finished painting and he laid down his brush, then he heard a voice he hadn’t heard for years
The voice of God spoke softly that he should write a note, and place it with the picture he held near
God instructed him to take the picture to the local store, with the note neatly tucked in to the rear
And give the painting to a man who walked into the store with eyes that had been filled with tears 

The young man wandered aimlessly through the streets of town, not knowing what direction he would go
When he happened in the store where the old man stood there smiling, the picture in his arms form him to show
And the tears once again welled inside the young man’s eyes as he saw the painting staring out so bold
He could not believe what the painting of the sunset right before him, so looked it over once and one time more.

God paints the sunset every day
A million different colors changing hue from ray to ray
And the beauty he creates cannot be matched by any man
Because every evening sunset is a gift that God created 
To please the eye of every single man

The young man finally spoke and asked where this painting had come from, it was a sunset he had seen before
And the old man answered back he had painted it just recently, just 5 days had passed since he was done
That painting shows the sunset that was there on the day I last said my goodbye’s to my Dad
I’ve been trying to find something to remember him forever, and now this painting comes into my life

Now the old man said just wait, this picture is for you – no charge because it’s from the masters hand
And he handed him the note that he had penned upon completion of the painting of that sunset days before
As the young man read the note, the tears started flowing, a sob or two came forth amid the joy
And he read aloud in broken voice the words the note contained, and the shop keeper just bowed his head in thanks

I painted this sunset just for you today
Knowing that your heart was full of pain
As you look upon it’s beauty, just remember that I love you
For only God can paint the sunset just for you.

God paints the sunset every day
A million different colors changing hue from ray to ray
And the beauty he creates cannot be matched by any man
Because every evening sunset is a gift that God created 
To please the eye of every single man