I look up and see the moon swing Around itself a ring Like a wheel of what is real A ring where anything Is found around the ring to see There how anything can be Nothing but possibility Reflecting down on me Now forever after all Down in my heart I feel The ring up there writ large sit small As it turns to everything I look up and see the moon swing Around itself a ring That can bring me anything When spring comes then by fall My dawn by dusk so on and on So I come though I have gone Now learning as I do How I am turning too +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV