Stars Shine Bright

Stars Shine Bright In the heavens above, I see your face. It is the face of grace, holding me close, so I do not lose my place, standing in the shadow... of the lost. Every day I remember, one more memory that I almost forgot. That is a good thing. It is you, that helps me, tend the garden, keep the house, and move through the day, as if all is well. I make the bread in the morning. I let it rise, in worship to you. Then... I bake it, in the late afternoon. It feeds us. Some for my family, some for the church, some for the poor, and all I can spare... for the needy. We bow our heads at night. My man and I, we pray. It is a good day, when at the end... there is peace, and lights, stars, put there by the King.