Moonsignor
In the mystic air of a warm summer night.
The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight.
It feels like God himself when I look at the moon.
In his infinite time table, he whispers soon.
His presence shines into my soul.
And lets me know that I am whole.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For Moonsignor's mighty multitude.
Reality always slowly sets in.
As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin.
But Jesus gentle forgiving love.
Let's me know, someday I'll rise above.
It's like church service in the sky's.
As that beautiful light shines in my eyes.
Reminding me that we are not alone.
It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.
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