There it is low in the western sky
The bright and beautiful moon.
And to the east the sunrise says,
"The day is coming soon!"
Glorious mornings inspire me -
The promise of a brand new day.
The hope it brings is from the One
Who turned my night to day.
"May I use this day, O Lord,
Doing that which is the Best.
And when I sink into my bed
Please grant me replenishing Rest."
2 comments:
Hasn't the moon been beautiful these days? (Reiley thought it was the sun the other morning.)
Amen to your poem!
Lovely photo; lovely poem.
Mom
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