Crescent Moon
Crescent moon, cool breeze
Pastel sunrise through the trees
Willow tree moves with ease
To the music of the bees
On the morn of my despair
When no love seems to be there
Then the small still voice
Sings out to join the chorus
My child, my child love
I'm pouring over you
Love from the golden shore
Love eternal forever more
Ten thousand angels.. maybe more
Lifting me up and surrounding me
Carrying me to His shore
Touching healing me... in silence
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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