WHEN THE MOON SPEAKS

Listen to the moon talking to you,
With neither a mourn nor a sigh.
The beauty in the dark,
She stands in the sky,
My master's splendid touch,
Smiling so shy.

In the darkest of dark dark nights
Does she shine so brightly,
Reflecting His glory, when He touched her gently,
Fiery and stormy the nights may be,
Yet she is, still a smiling beauty.
Telling," your just a passer by,
The Lord holds me here for u to see"

Every cloud passing by ,
trying their hand to give her a sway,
still she gives them way to pass her by.

Listen to her when she talks the Lord's word,
' Time and training , transforms you worthy of honor"
Though not instant, slowly she forms,
Signet ring to crescent into her shape.
Days go bye before she forms ,
Yet a humble smile, she never forgets.

She also choose to fade and die,
Knowing the Lord ill form her once gain.
She knows her duty as her Master teaches her,
neither a mourn nor a sigh,
Yet a humble smile she never forgets.