The Message

Far or not; Heaven
Tonight I’m having a closer look at you
Broken or not; my life
I’ve laid its carriage down somewhere
Just somewhere where
You know there’s a God still
Who made and laid stars in his heaven

Drowned by this starlight
Wearied I laid me down
On grasses browned by the heat of the day
Where I can see God-made stars—
They’re saying something again!
What they told the wise men.

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