All rights reserved. All pictures and artwork  ©Jeannine F McMullen and Colin S  Moffett 2007
THE MISTY NIGHT

In the gloaming of the misty night
Just a little past twilight
The hills begin to fade in the mist
While the trees, their shadows desist

Things begin to lose their sharpness
As they slowly dissolve to seeming nothingness
No light shines from the stars or moon
Just like when our precious Saviour died at noon

No moon or stars or even sun
Choose to shine on the death of God’s only Son
He died on a tree on Calvary
To bring new life to you and me

And just as the mists of twilight cover the earth
His blood shed on Calvary covers sin and gives new birth
His precious blood, shed so freely
Cleanses us when from sin we turn so completely

Sins blotted out by His precious blood
Never again to emerge from the flood
Mists blotting out the landscape of the night
The comparison just seems right

Because both are gone with the passing of the night
Sins by the blood, a life made right
The mists bring water to creation, giving life
Both bring hope and new life

Jeannine Faith