Tonight

Tonight, Lord, I will leave the praise

For someone else to write,
As I am caught up, breathlessly,
In the grace of this night.
 
The first light of the rising moon
Drifting across the bay
Brings easing to this worried mind
At closing of the day.
 
The quiet breeze, scented with spring,
That rustles in the trees,
Whispers of the elusive peace
I find when on my knees.
 
And, as the sunlight fades away,
The stars peek through night’s veil
Offering their light against the dark,
Like Your love, they won’t fail.
 
No, I will leave the praise tonight
For someone else to write,
And I will simply rest a while
In the grace of this night.