THE DEAD OF NIGHT

Sometimes,

In the dead of night

I go out and look above

What I see there

Puts my life in perspective

And proves God’s love

He who created the stars and the planets

That go on farther than my eyes can see

Sent His Son to die the cruelest death

Upon a rough hewed tree

For no other purpose

Than to save the likes of me

A weak and sinful creature

With selfishness at my core

Totally unworthy of salvation

He willing sacrificed His Son for

He knew every sin I would ever commit

Before I was in my mother’s womb,

Yet, offered His Son to a human tomb

To save me, a sinner, from certain doom.

Yes, when I look upon the stars above

I am certain of my God’s love

And know that Jesus died upon that tree

To set me, the sinner, free

So that when I die together He and I will be.