She who fears the wind,
He who feared to give,
Brought forth a child
And named her Moon.
Shining brightly,
Ever so brightly,
A reflection of grace
In the heavens.
Breathing,
But almost not,
Brought to life
By light of day.
Eyes, an azure lake
Of paradise.
Hair strung
On a bow.
Playing the slow,
Mournful song,
As her paradise
is lost.
Darkness falls as a veil,
As shame enshrouds to wait.
Words spoken softly,
To the inmost parts.
For the calling forth,
From death to Life.
A cross to bridge the gap,
Between a sinner and a saint.
Redemptive Life,
Ever After and a Day,
Because a Savior
Gave His Life
To Pay
For Mine.
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