Adoration in the Darkness

When the Night, tossing and turning,

In its bed of velvet black,

Awakes in flashing glory

And the thunder answers back,

When the stars have gladly fallen

Down between the billowed clouds

And slept their fill, their cradles rocked

By Blowing whitened sounds.

When the sun is still afraid to rare its

Haughty head of day

And the rain is playing hide and seek

Above the rolling waves,

When the wind is singing softly in

Some mournful minor key

And an orchestra of hollow trees

Has trembled gradually,

It is now that I will still myself

And listen with my heart

To what I know I've heard before

Yet rarely taken part.

Now the thunder claps the time to

What will grow to be a song

Of Creation sounding praises

Of their God, and then the throng

That gathered here to hear it

Will cry aloud as one

Worthy is the Lamb of God

And Honor to the Son

All Power be to Him, alone,

That sits upon the throne

All Glory, His Eternal,

And His it shall remain

Forever captive in His love

And His Eternal reign.

When the song has softly faded

In the whispers of the waves

I will watch the dying darkness

And anticipate the Day,

For I know with Dawn comes Sunset

And the Dusk is sure to bring

A myriad of praises

With the night, sung to my King.

17 August 2009

Travis Shillington