Twilight
Late at night, Stars shine bright. I look at them, With much delight.
I know that God, Who made all things. Created those stars, For us to see.
He made the nights, He made the days. He gave the sun, Its glowing rays.
How could one man, Get all this done? With a little help, From His only Son.
Jesus Christ, Paid the way. For us to go, To Heaven one day.
Up in the sky, Or wherever it's at. It's maker is great, And that's a fact. by Amanda Jones |
