Oh, wondrous night! When stars shine bright,
all at home hushed and quiet,
I climb the height of shadowed hill,
then pause in prayer to be still.
To the heavens I lift my longing gaze,
and watch the rays that light the sky,
the stars reflect His boundless love,
proclaiming grace from Heaven above.
I hear His whisper soft and near,
it stirs my soul so deep within,
my heart rejoices, God draws near,
His stillness calms my every fear.
He spoke—moon, stars, and sun arose,
all shaped by His glorious prose,
to praise Him, all creation roars,
my spirit sings, I know I’m yours.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC
Oh, wondrous night! When stars shine bright,
all at home hushed and quiet,
I climb the height of shadowed hill,
then pause in prayer to be still.
To the heavens I lift my longing gaze,
and watch the rays that light the sky,
the stars reflect His boundless love,
proclaiming grace from Heaven above.
I hear His whisper soft and near,
it stirs my soul so deep within,
my heart rejoices, God draws near,
His stillness calms my every fear.
He spoke—moon, stars, and sun arose,
all shaped by His glorious prose,
to praise Him, all creation roars,
my spirit sings, I know I’m yours.
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