Night is velvet blackness
The lady knows that she is but dust and ash.
So facing the Son she dresses for night
In a borrowed dress of dazzling white
She casts a gentle glow upon the earth,
She herself hallowed in the night’s mist
Faithfully the stars fall in behind her
Soldiers at the ready in a cold universe.
When the time of night comes to an end
She fades in the glory of the rising Star
Ascending high in the noon sky
Its’ blue a mantle for our lovely friend.
Little has changed in the heavens
That reflect the majesty of a night
When a mother beheld the newborn savior!