I Will Never See a Full Moon the Same

I will never see a full moon the same Since the night I stepped out In the dark, looked up to the moon and Heard the cries of a mother who just lost her son.   The African moon, so full and so proud, seemed too bright for such a somber night. And my empty hands, which this son once held, Sought to grasp the thought of A young, lifeless body Left lying on that hospital bed.   Swaddled by the night’s rich darkness, Full of chants, cries, and pains, I am reminded that Only what’s done for Christ remains.   Tonight, as my gaze meets again this African moon, from half a world away, I remember The cries, the lost, this life, The strange peace and the hope that We will meet again.   What an oddly beautiful night it was to die.   So, take courage, dear heart Don’t fear the night, don’t fear the pain, Rest in His unchanging grace.   Go, and be the hands of the only Son who saves.