Wee Hour Worship

moon

It is five a.m. and I have lain awake an hour plus.
Tasks undone crowd my mind.
Life nourishes my sleeplessness.
I succumb, rise, and reluctantly start the day.
The full moon speaks and I pause, in awe.
I do not worship the moon as men of old but worship its Creator.
In Him resides peace of mind and strength to carry on.

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.

You made him ruler over the works of your hands;
You put everything under his feet . . .
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
Psalm 8:3-6, 9

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