By: Wayne Brown
Head back against my saddle seat, I watch the night sky
I see the stars, the comet tails, as the night show goes by
God’s night time canvas, painted for all mankind to see
Something up there to share from afar between you and me
What a vast expanse of beauty cast upon a background of black
The shooting stars arc across the face onward on their track
Constellations there from time on end meeting all man’s eyes
An artful etching from God’s hand upon the nighttime skies
My thoughts turn to ocean voyages many centuries in the past
Fearless men gone to sea; an unknown, fearful future cast
The stars of the night guided their way and brought them home
Another gift from God to guard them safe wherever they might roam
I gaze upon one bright star yet do not know it by its name
I wonder if someone else somewhere is staring at the same
Man has searched the stars on end looking to solve the mystery
To find tiny things lurking there which tell more of our history
Could it be there is no reason for the formations in heaven’s light?
Could it be that mankind is all alone to face the star-lit night?
Some same yea and shake their heads signaling doubt of God’s touch
Saying let it go and move along, the answers do not matter much
That may be so for them but not the case for a cowboy like me
When I lay back on the saddle, I know it’s God’s stars that I see
Let them believe what they want, it matters little to this ol’ hand
What matters most is knowing God did it…and he’s the one who can
The vast heavens of night sky
Just darkness overhead
Why is it that we don’t try
To see the stars instead?
The lights of the world all aglow
Draw the attention of the eye
Thou darkness holds heaven’s show
To see for those who try
Shooting stars and comet tails streak by
Like a celebration every night
Constellations appear as a nightly sight
Telling stories to the star-gazer’s delight
If God did create it all, the proof is up above
The lights glowing in the blackened sky
Strike the awesome details of his enduring love
And remind us all the answer when we ask why?
© Copyright WBrown2011. All Rights Reserved.
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