At the lesser light I stand and gaze,
in awestruck stare of wonder.
That silver witness hung above,
the counter witness under.

The lesser light is quiet and still.
Relentless, silver light.
Orb of beauty, ageless rock,
illuminates the night.

Ancient ages witnessed.
Turmoil, strife and war.
Ancient peoples, countless times,
have gazed on you before.

Full or crescent splendor.
Tireless wax and wane.
People come and people go,
but you remain the same.

Oh! Ever present glory.
Oh! Beauty of the night.
Our God has truly blessed us,
with a wonderous lesser light.