The Witness

It rises on time every night

To travel cross the sky,
And when the sun brings forth the dawn
It lingers still near by.
 
Thus, faithfully it witnesses
The passing of the years.
How short the lives it monitors,
Each fraught with joy and tears.
 
And yet it watches patiently,
Just as the Lord designed,
A world that knows it only as
A moon that’s cold and blind.
 
Psalm 89:37
it will be established forever like the moon, the faithful witness in the sky.