His Gift By The Light

In the still of the night

I awake to the sight

Of the moon’s silken light

On the brow … I adore.


As I gaze on your face

I reflect on the grace

Of the One you embrace

In your heart … as Lord.


As I browse through the years

Since my longings were stirred

By the One who endeared

Me to you,


In the still of the night

How I still find delight

In His gift by the light

Of the moon.

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