Like a shooting star dazzling and bright
fly across a blanket of night into dreams of babes
granting desires then out of sight.
Coming face to face with God Him showing me my seat,
the loveliness and splendor of the one I will meet,
God keep the earth below my feet.
I am afraid to fly away as the shooting star,
she may forget me turn and run,
make me not one that flies, Lord make me the sun.
I will sit still and never move so she can find me,
when it's dark outside I can be a moon beam.
I am less than God and when she seeks you Lord
I hope I seek you on the same path,
we can meet each other, join hands and walk towards You.
We are like shooting stars,
instead of burning out let us leave an imprint on those around us,
so love is not forgot.
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