At night when the stars have all appeared in sky, I run outside and on cold and wet grass lie. My eyes take in the breathtaking sight, Of the now dark and beautiful night. Crickets and frogs sing their joyous tunes, Letting me know that i must go to bed soon. Just as my eyes are about to close, I remember the story of a man who died then arose. In front of many He was treated cruely and beat, On the cross I saw nails in hand and feet. I watched the last breath exit out of His chest, Then taken down off that and put in cave to rest. That day had many times snuck away from me, I was blind and truth i refused to see. To me it all was a fairy tale of some kind, Forgotten and pushed to the back of my mind. On some road out in the center of trees, I walked the next day and got on my knees. I cried to the one who died for my sins, Asking if in my heart He will come in. I asked for strength, peace, adn love, Just like His father who is above. When i opened my eyes i caught a glimpse of a dove, Reminding me of the everlasting love.
