The Stars
I can still remember when,
I may have been nine or ten,
In my father's field on summer nights
I'd contemplate those distant lights.
Since God created all that is,
and if I am one of the best he did,
How could I, in my whole life,
stack up against the stars at night?
The years roll by and from time to time
I still gaze upon the sky.
I've been shaken and my trust is torn;
My hope and faith are old and worn.
Yet still I dream my dreams of youth,
And still, I hope to find my truth.
As I place myself in God's big plan,
I still don't know just who I am.
Through all the pain and all the years
And looking through a haze of tears
I turn my face down from the sky
Just then, I find your searching eye.
Maybe those stars weren't meant to be
The light that I was meant to see.
December 24-31/ 1998
Randy K Wallace.com
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