Oh Lord come quickly! Oh time draw near! We bear our cross through trials severe.
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
Elbereth,the Evening Star, the Star Queen, spoken of in legends for hundreds of years. And yet still a creation of the Lord Almighty.
Oh the sunrise! That painting in the sky!
Twightlight falls without a sound Dark, yet light Day, yet night
The sea is wide and blue as a summer sky As tempest blows afresh The wind! Oh wind, blows high!
One day, probably sooner than any of us realize, time will literally be out. Repent and believe in the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
With weariness of heart I cast my gaze, Soul grieved at all the want around me see;
Whither springs the dawn? Whither comes the day? Whither creeps the dusk? Whither flies the night? Whiter rests the earth?
The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.