an unappreciated giver of light in the darkness.
When the chaos of the world comes to a close,
And the voice of the wind can ever so slightly be heard;
There you will find the path that ought to be chose.
The faint sound of gentle laughter, echoing through the trees;
With all that remains,
Is but a memory of what you wish you could see.
As the moonlight cascades down from the sky,
Lighting up a world enveloped in darkness,
There you will see what it means not to be shy.
Mother moon, though she cannot be seen during the day,
Still rises high in the sky, bringing light to what was gray.
And with her ever anxious mind
She wishes she could say:
“All this time, it was I that turned the night into day.”
Light shines in the darkness for the godly. They are generous, compassionate, and righteous.
Psalm 112:4 NLT
La luz brilla en la oscuridad para los justos; son generosos, compasivos y rectos.
Salmos 112:4 NTV