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.
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