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It was a holy night,that night at the roof. I looked at the most beautiful thing i had ever seen. The moon, she was painted yellow with the best brush from heaven. She shone her light for all to see. She beamed above in the starry skies, prepared for my Jesus. And was I?The stars from afar winked at me. They waited for my Lord in awe. And was I? I stood with my knees almost giving up. It felt like like the whole world had lost it's voice. And i could only hear my own deep breath. At that moment i knew what Christmas meant. We were all waiting for My Jesus that night.We were all numb for words. For none could explain the peace we had.

None could explain the love of Jesus.

Why?

Looking at the moon,was like looking straight at you..
Hard to look away.

Watching the light surround you,I Found it
Hard to look away.

Taking in the silence of the night,I knew it was
Hard to look away.

I wanted to look at the stars,the moon,the sky
So hard to look away.

But my mind,my heart,my soul saw you..
Why should i look away?