I stand
and look at the silver moon
On a
quiet hilltop with the rustle of leaves
Silently
I wait as my heart grieves
My God,
He watches me in my pain
Promising
“Child, there will be rain
The seeds
I have planted, I will feed
Till they
grow and fulfill your deepest need
I wait in
the silence, the cold moon sails
The veil will lift
For Jesus never fails
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