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It's well after midnight, and I'm not asleep,

Outside my window the stars twinkle and wink

Lifting my head, I speak into the night, 

But my sister's asleep, her eyes closed tight

So I climb from my bed and trip on the mess on the floor,

Dash the rest of the way and slip out the door

Once in the barnyard, I glance up at the moon,

Hanging low, illuminating the gloom

Smiling now, I increase my speed,

Enjoying my secret, be it a common enough deed

Now through the barn, now through the field,

and up on the hill, a concrete water tower is revealed

The view from up there is the best one around,

The white mountain, the valley; in the distance, a town

Settling down, I gaze up at the sky,

Wondering whether to laugh or to cry

Instead, I pray to the God who is the giver of all good things,

Of deep roots and butterfly wings

So many people need a church to feel close,

They need the words and the songs to keep them afloat

Or someone to tell them, "You're doing it right!"

To hold their hand when bright days turn to night

But I have been given a different way,

I see his love in creation every day

The creatures of dirt, and the ones of sky,

These are the things he shows his love by

I won't forget and neither should you

If you just look at a tree or the sky oh-so blue.

In the meantime, it's well after midnight and I'm still not asleep.