Oh, Maker of Beauty

 

Tonight as I look

Toward the heavens above,

I see in the moonbeam

A wonder of love.

It seems to be saying

I've traveled and far,

Yet I stay in the presence

Of the lone evening star.

This lovely old moonbeam

Has kept company,

Shined down from the heavens

For the world all to see.

 

And if one should be looking

Toward the east or the west,

To the north or the south

You can still see it best.

Oh, Maker of moonbeams

And starshine of love,

Designer of earth

And of heaven above.

Oh, Artist of beauty

You give and for free,

Your wonders of glory

For the world all to see.

 

~ Katherine Smith Matheney