It's two o'clock in the morning
The moon is shining brightly
Which wasn't the case four hours ago
Her image hovered slightly
Behind the shadow of the earth
Oh, how her aura glowed
For just a wink there time stood still
And life on earth was slowed
It's hard to think on just Whose hand
Controls the paths of moons and stars
For 'tis in the hollow of that hand
Life's traumas turn to blessed calm
The storms of life would never dare
Disturb the peace I treasure there
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