I used to want

To be the sun

Glorious and beautiful

With all eyes

Looking to me for light

The centre of my own private galaxy

But that is something that I cannot be

The world does not revolve around me

After all, what am I?

A random clump of dust and dirt

Tumbling through open space

Lost in darkness

Until I found the light

Of the One True Sun

Truly glorious and beautiful

So now I pray and dream

Of being the moon

My face forever turned

Towards the Sun

Seeking only His light

And content to reflect

For I have no light of my own

But the moon in its humilty

Has a great calling too

To those lost in the darkest night

Where they cannot yet see the Sun

May I be the moon

Shining in the darkness

Always reflecting

Guiding them onwards

Helping them to find their way

Out of the night

Into the bright new day

Where they can see and enjoy

Bask in the glorious light

And dwell forever

In the warmth

Of the presence

Of the One True Son