Midnight,
The crescent moon rising,
From behind the mountain,
It nears the end of June.
As it slices its way
Amongst the stars,
We had not a word to say.
Yet, we felt everything,
Lord we sat and prayed
The warmth of night,
Shadows weak, and in an instant,
Your hand was there in peace
And love crushed the
In the darkness,
The mountains, trees and rivers
Changed their appearances
Yet our hearts remained steadfast.
True to me,
True to You precious heart.
As we waited for dawn,
And a new day rising,
The earth remained,
A castle for
Celestial tunes,
Of our love undying.
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