i looked outside my window
on a waning christmas eve
my gaze was focused nowhere
and my thoughts were taking leave
through trees i caught a glimpse
of late december's harvest moon
and i wondered if i'd cast my doubt
on miracles too soon
perhaps this moon was somewhere
guiding wise men from afar
who took another's compass arrow
when there was no star
and maybe just like them
i'm left to mark out my own way
to follow this full moon a-shining
through the break of day
for it's a long long journey taken to the heart of god
and i'm burdened with a load i cannot bear
give me ears to hear you and then give me eyes to see
the pathway that will somehow lead me there
i stumble with each timid step i'm taking
and the boots i wear are tattered, wet and torn
and when i step from this dream as i'm waking
like the baby can this man still be reborn
if i marked out this long journey
would it guide me straightaway
past all of life's distractions
to the place the baby lay
in quiet i just watched
this slowly fading midnight moon
til morning rose to find it
disappearing all too soon
for it's a long long journey taken to the heart of god
and i'm burdened with a load i cannot bear
give me ears to hear you and then give me eyes to see
the pathway that will somehow lead me there