A full moon shines tonight; drawing it’s glory from a burning star 93,000,000 miles away.

A Heep of space rock , it’s origin unknown to science.  Yet it shines, Illuminating the sky with it’s glory.

it speaks of a creator greater than words; than pen or tongue could dare to tell.

Shine on me as I worship your great creator.  All glory and honor be to a God, who infinitely above all, would choose to shine down it’s presence into the the hearts of mortal men born of dust; from the ashes of existence I sing to you, Oh God.

My soul yearns to know you even as I am known.  To behold you as you  behold me.

How numerous are your thoughts of me Oh God.  They are more numerous than the grains of sand on a thousand sea shores.

My mortal mind knows nothing of you.  You are beyond me, outside of me, inside of me.

This night belongs to the full moon, and the story of it’s great and glorious Creator.

Shine, shine, shine on me oh God of all.

And as for you, O Moon, Pity be on the soul that sees you and denies your creator;  For you are but a beacon of His unending Glory and Love.