Some moonlight walks
My daughter trod,
Not with me but
With her God,
So special in my
Heart I hold,
As her steadfastness
I often hoped that someday I
Would feel that close to One so high.
I’ve walked with Him through woodlands bright,
His refuge felt from fears at night.
But when I asked Him, be my Lord,
Things I remembered from His Word
Took on new life; new life was mine.
I could relate to that moon’s bright shine
She shared with Him those special walks
And feel with Him those heartfelt talks.
And sometimes , when my thankful heart
Knows God is mine, she had a part.
And, when I lift my hands to God,
She’s with me through the paths she trod.
©2010 Carol Morfitt