| 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 |