I have seen the glory of His creation
Pictures painting His majesty in the sunset
Artistry merely imitated by the masters
I have seen the depravity of the enemy
Sowing discord in the hearts of men
Animosity gravely evident in a cavernous divide
Yet the beauty of the night sky
Lies not in the intensity of the darkness
But in the light that shines through it
The moon can only reflect another’s illumination
Humbly I too must know the source of the light
To reflect the genius of His creation
