The Last Satellite

It came along in the witching hours of eighty-nine
Angels became ghosts, morning never came
The moon looked down upon her broken frame
And lonely, he slowly died away

Here it is night, without comfort of time
to remind us it will end
And darker still, in her heart and on my pen
But there is a pale green light blinking
in the sky above our heads
Is it life or the last satellite?

We walk alone through battlefields
into His foothills
My mouth has run dry, and she has gone
He calls me diamonds, He calls her silver and gold
He tells us we are not alone

In the night, no comfort have I
but for the words upon the wind
“My heart is for you still,
and My glory will come again
And that pale green light blinking
in the sky above your heads
is My life that you might survive.”

Interpretation to come……