 
All Through the Night
Sometimes my heart screams with the wonder of it all . . . All the things of nature . . . as the trees standing straight and tall. Of a Lord, in Heaven that I wonder about, throughout the night, Knowing, in my heart that His perfection, is our delight. How many times do we gaze out at the many, stars so bright, Thinking, and Praying unto Jesus, way along, into the night? That's who He is . . . our Savior, that we can truly Pray to . . . Who will answer each Prayer and Praise the work, we do. He's just a thought away, as we lie upon our pillow there . . . Trying to grasp the meaning, until our heart tells us to go to Him, in Prayer. It seems its in the darkness, we mostly think of our Saviors will . . . Knowing, that we love Him, but on some tomorrow, still . . . We will sin again and again, but our nature, after we belong, is to look up Into the night. Praying for forgiveness for our unpleasant plight. But there are none good, no not one, He said once long ago. So, we gaze at the stars, He set in place and yes, we do know . . . That He hears our pleas. He sees us on bent knees and forgives. Tells us, in His precious word and in our hearts, how to live. Hence, we look at the stars and moon and we believe; we'll believe As, we look all through the night, 'til one day or night, our souls, He'll receive. Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
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