Creeping and slinking silently.
Rising and setting, like the sun.
Yet, when you don't believe, you sleep.
God is like the moonlight.
When you believe, you are awake.
When you reject, you are asleep.
He is always there, even if you don't see Him.
The moon rises, you see Him.
The moon sets, He seems to disappear.
Yet He doesn't.
I believe in Him.
Do you?
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