A Home in the Sky

The stars are but what they are,
Brilliant beacons burning far,
And in time they lead us by
Reminding us, we are all under the same sky.

When I look at them tonight,
I smile,
For no matter the mile
It leads me home.
Aft nail and coffin bite the stone,
And He has washed even bone,
Still you shine, beacons bright
Bringing me home to the night.


The End

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