When I went out to feed the chickens this morning the waning crescent moon was bright in the blue-gray sky.
Of course, that reminded me of a hymn (#544 in The Hymnal 1982):
- Jesus shall reign where e’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. - To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice. - People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name. - Blessings abound where e’er He reigns:
The prisoners leap to lose their chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all who suffer want are blest. - Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King,
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.
May our lives also say Amen! We are here on earth for such a short time - just passing through really . . . God grant that we may now and forever reflect His light as the moon reflects the sun's light.

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