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I Saw His Face On A Misty Moonlit Night
 
The misty moonlit night
brings shadows of evening falling
and a deep will of longing within.

I feel a hand touching me
so gentle...
and turn and look but
shadows cover His image
His face is not to know.

The mist so thick I walk through
a path very dim.
I stumble upon that gentle hand
and find the image of a man.

The one with the gentle hand.

Alone under the moonlit night
I feel a presence from that
gentle touch
and know I'm not alone.

The mist begins to lift as I
clutch His garment's hem.
My feet have traveled many miles
and this gentle man brings me through.

I now realize that I wasn't alone
and miracles do happen everyday
He'll walk beside me all the way
He's my friend with the gentle touch
and now I see His face...
on this misty moonlit night.

WRITTEN FOR 'THE MISTY MOONLIT NIGHT'
CHALLENGE----HOST---DARLENE HYLTON--





By girlsisy

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The Misty Moonlit Night (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The Misty Moonlit Night (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The Misty Moonlit Night (challenge has been closed)


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