Once was a a child who reached for stars
convinced that they would come
If she but only knew the words
to summon them
She spent long nights attempting this
trying every spell she knew
to call them down,these bright things
in the morning tears would come
No matter how high she reached
and how she called and called
no star would fall into her arms
no shining light for her
and so into a woman now
the little girl she grew
still yearning for her own bright star
and her Creator knew
He put them there
those shining stars He'd counted one by one
He'd given them their brightness
From his God light clear and true.
He said ,"You don't need my stars
for they're not yours to hold.
Inside you have your own light
Your Spirit strong and bold"
"I put it there, I made it
to shine brightest of all,
but you have left it to grow dim
while waiting for a star to fall."
"Take my hand ,I'll show you
how to once again stand tall.
To make your light shine brighter,
to make its beauty shine for all."
She saw the years she'd wasted
after speaking long hours with Him
She no longer needed the beauty of stars
true beauty and light comes from within.