Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Where quiet streams in whispers flow,
God paints the heavens, vast and deep,
While stars keep watch as mortals sleep.

The mountains rise, the oceans sigh,
Like prayers ascending to the sky.
The wind moves gently through the trees,
A sacred song upon the breeze.

Oh, beauty born of hands divine,
In every leaf, in every vine,
In morning’s gold, in twilight’s blue,
The world reflects the heart of You.

The lilies bow, the sparrows sing,
The fields awaken into spring.
And every dawn, so pure, so new,
Reveals the love that carries through.

When shadows fall and daylight dies,
The moon ascends the velvet skies.
And in the hush of night’s embrace,
We feel the wonder of Your grace.

For You have touched the earth with light,
And clothed the stars in robes of white.
From galaxies to petals small,
Your hand has lovingly shaped them all.

And should my eyes grow dim with tears,
Or storms arise throughout my years,
I’ll hear Your peace in heaven’s song,
A melody where I belong.

O God, whose beauty knows no end,
My heart to You I now commend.
Till time itself shall fade away,
Your love shall be my endless day.

And when the final stars grow still,
Beyond the sea, beyond the hill,
My soul shall rise in awe anew,
To see the beauty born in You.

~inspired by Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata