. . . is the sky
in which
You’re the only star.
It carries your name,
And hums our song
As lovely as the robin sings.
It’s filled with joy
For the God-given—
Heaven’s beautiful work of art—you.
lyrical, poetic, personal
. . . is the sky
in which
You’re the only star.
It carries your name,
And hums our song
As lovely as the robin sings.
It’s filled with joy
For the God-given—
Heaven’s beautiful work of art—you.