Time With God

Under the waxing crescent moon,
With stars so bright,
A plethora of thoughts,
Taking off like fireflies flight.

Bowing my head,
Repentant profession,
A peace washes over,
As I make my confession.

Meditating in prayer,  
This special moment in time,
Fellowshipping with God,
My heart beating an internal rhyme.

Then I begin to rejoice,
About our Creator’s sovereignty,
I lift my voice to the Heavens,
For Him to hear me audibly.

Quiet takes over,
The wind begins to softly blow,
I forget where I am,
As my face begins to glow.

Under the crescent moon,
With stars so bright,
Spending time with God,
Until the dawn of daylight.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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