I look out past the ocean waves,
Through a billion stars in the sky.
Past a thousand trees in the wilderness,
Anything proves hard to find.
If you look into a frozen snowflake,
Five, ten, or twenty?
Would you see the divine hand of God,
Or coincidences many?
Sometimes I wish I could fly away,
Past the stars, moon, and sun.
But I know deep inside, that if I could,
I would find my way home again.
You could watch a spider weave it's web,
Or a bird build it's nest.
But if you tried to duplicate them
You would fail, at best.
I know I am nobody special at all,
Just a girl with inspiration.
But if you follow God you would see,
Anything in your imagination.