Tonight, my joy’s in simple things,
The wind brushing the eaves,
Or starlight dancing in between
The still unfallen leaves.
As the pace starts to slow.
There’s time to sit beside the fire,
To watch the embers glow.
Taking turns in the night
To keep close watch across the hills,
Their sheep, and the firelight.
As fear turned to delight,
But that stillness, which came before,
Lingers near me tonight.
That they received back then,
So, I’ll sit by my fire and watch.
I know He’ll come again.
My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my
heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.
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