Have you ever looked up
And seen the Moon
Looking down from her velvet throne
Holding the scepter of the night,
And wondered what in grace
Could be so great that
It would replace her grandeur?
And then remembered that it’s
The Son in glory,
Sitting down beside the ivory throne
Holding the book of life,
The brilliance of the moonlight
Now a twinkle in his eye
As he engulfs her splendor?
Have you ever looked up again
And watched her start to sing
And gotten the sense that even she
Can’t wait for this to be?