Wednesday, November 6, 1974

Night, by Marie MacIntyre

Father I look out
In the darkness of night
And gaze at the stars
Up in Heaven so bright.

I look at the moon
As it shines up on high,
Surrounded by stars
In a darkened sky.

Many of God's creatures
Are snuggled in bed
As the moon takes its course
In the sky overhead.

Yet many of God's creatures
Come out in the night
And hunt by the beams
Of the moon's waving light.

Whether a day
Or a night creature we be
All praise for creation
Belongs, Lord, with Thee.


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