The golden moon has risen
Over the Hill Country’s
deep dark green.
The silhouette of the mountains
Is the artwork
Of the night scape serene.
How beautifully clear
Is the ebony sky,
That’s studded with such brilliant light.
How purely fragrant is the late summer breeze,
That blows ‘neath the twinkling stars,
And kisses the twisted oak trees.
Your glory, O Lord, is seen all about,
Great beauty for all to behold.
The wonders of your creation, Lord,
Are a feast for the eyes and the soul.
Nelda Johnson
Bandera
Published
Gifts From Above 