The stars that fill the sky at night,
They do not ask, who gave them light?
The birds know too, Whose song they sing,
Their ancient verse, blessed by The King.
They sing, and never ask, nor plead,
For no one’s permission do they need.
Oh to be as free as that bird,
To sing a song that none has heard,
To sing that special song of Love,
As a child, to God above;
To let Him know I Love Him so,
How sorry I am, that I did go:
Away from His Love, away from His Light,
So very far into the night.
But when I got to where I’d roam,
I tried so hard to get back home;
Back to His Light, back to His Love,
Back to our Home, so far above.
But then the path, I couldn’t see,
I felt that all was lost to me.
Until one day, in deep despair,
I bitter wept, entrenched in prayer:
Then, like a breath, without a form,
A spring time scent, without a storm:
I sat in time, but I was not;
Far gone from present care or thought.
My body numb, I could not feel,
As I look back, I felt unreal;
And then a calm from head to toe,
Like peaceful Summer waters flow.
Like drifting in and out of dreams;
The happy sound of birds and streams.
This Peace had wiped away each tear,
A quiet only the soul can hear;
And let me know, and let me see,
The path was still in front of me.
While ear could not hear word was said,
I knew my home was up ahead.
And then, much like a gentle breeze,
The kind that puts the mind at ease;
With warmth that gives the heart a tug,
Enveloped me much like a hug,
Then eased me back into my place;
A hug and tear, in time and space.
My senses back, feelings returned,
I won’t forget the lessons learned;
For He who made each world and star,
Is always near, and never far.
And Christ who stands at unseen door,
Has walked upon this ground before;
And so my song is here my friend,
About God’s Love that has no end;
The song I sing, of greatest Love,
To my Father in Heaven above;
And so my song He did receive,
Because that I believe.
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