Moody and Majestic

The moon is beautiful tonight

Moody and majestic

Spotted by its own light

In case you missed it

Head's up to the sky

Mine's the bow

My draw drops at the sight

Of the moon hung low

The lower it falls

The stronger it seems

The closer it gets

The more my face beams

I cannot look away from it

I pull over to gaze

I follow the halo

Surrounding its haze

And though it is a crescent moon

I could not stand to see it all

For as an ancient ruin

I can't contain its awe

So as it nears me in my life to let me glance upon it

So I am humbled by its sight & the mighty Hand that spawned it

Creator of the universe,

How can I boast to know You

When I'm so taken by a tiny portion of your moon?