As, silently, the moon rose up
Above the waiting earth,All of creation held its breath
Awaiting His rebirth.
Not since the first words that God spoke,
Forming life from a thought,
Has any gift given to man
Been so profoundly brought.
Although we know the time is nigh
Still it is not yet here,
And so we wait, much like the moon,
As Easter’s dawn draws near.
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