It Is God

As the lights grow dim,
And the scenery turns grim,
It is God who hung the moon.

As your head lies down on your pillow,
And your thoughts begin to billow,
It is God who listens.

As you drift off into a sleepy slumber,
Under too many stars to number,
It is God who protects.

Upon waking in the morning’s light,
As the crazy day takes flight,
It is God who is with you always.

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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