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 All
Through the Night
Sometimes my
heart screams
with the wonder
of it all . . .
All the things of
nature . . .
as the trees
standing straight and tall.
Of a Lord, in
Heaven that I wonder about,
throughout the
night,
Knowing, in my
heart that
His perfection,
is our delight.
How many times do
we gaze
out at the many,
stars so bright,
Thinking, and
Praying unto
Jesus, way along,
into the night?
That’s who He is
. . . our Savior,
that we can truly
Pray to . . .
Who will answer
each Prayer
and Praise the
work, we do.
He’s just a
thought away,
as we lie upon
our pillow there . . .
Trying to grasp
the meaning,
until our heart
tells us to go to Him, in Prayer.
It seems its in
the darkness,
we mostly think
of our Saviors will . . .
Knowing, that we
love Him,
but on some
tomorrow, still . . .
We will sin again
and again, but our nature,
after we belong,
is to look up Into the night.
Praying for
forgiveness
for our
unpleasant plight.
But there are
none good, no not one,
He said once long
ago.
So, we gaze at
the stars,
He set in place
and yes, we do know . . .
That He hears our
pleas.
He sees us on
bent knees and forgives.
Tells us, in His
precious word
and in our
hearts, how to live.
Hence, we look at
the stars and moon
and we believe;
we'll believe
As, we look all
through the night,
‘til one day or
night, our souls, He'll receive.
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