The moon is like a kite

With shining strings of light

Reflection of the greater

The lesser rules the night

My life is like a kite

Divinely moved in flight

Tugged by genetic strands

A mix of black and white

Where it wishes the wind will flow

You hear the sound but do not know

Where it comes from or where it goes

And so it is with all of those

Born of the Lord as His Wind blows

My doubt is like a kite

Downcast by the dogfight

Wrapped in the tree of life

With tangles pulling tight

My death is like a kite

At first appearing slight

But steadily reeled in

It hovers in plain sight

Where it wishes the wind will flow

You hear the sound but do not know

Where it comes from or where it goes

And so it is with all of those

Born of the Lord as His Wind blows

And Jesus is like a kite

Raised on a man-made cross

Pulling me up gently

From His towering height

And so it is as His Wind blows

And so it is as His Wind blows