Moonlight’s hold is tenuous and dawn’s approach is near

But my spirit doesn’t notice as it whispers, “He is here.”

 

The riches of the secret place unfold as I give sway

To the sweetness of His presence at the birth of this new day

 

In the quiet of these moments, I command my thoughts to still

So I can hear His precious voice, and know His perfect will

 

As the world spins out of focus, one truth remains the same

Oh yes, dear world, the King still reigns, and Jesus is His name!

 

 © Sharon E. Coleman 2014