Seven sacred stars,
Shining bright and free;
I wonder if they know at all,
What they mean to me.
But it is more to know the One,
Who kindles every fire;
And I know He knows what happens,
When my stars confirm desire.
His voice I hear within their light,
And keeps me on a course;
For borrowed is their brightness,
Their Maker is their source.
No comments:
Post a Comment