He walks across skies
His footprints leave colours behind
Slowly, steadily, peacefully
He's guiding the stars
The light have always followed Him
The stars are magnetic
He is called "Dazzling"
How could they resist?
They remember He named then
Every one knows where to go
Exactly where He placed them
If you let their light get in your eyes
The intimacy of divinity you'll never miss
He's the one from whom lights come
Crafter of the sun
With lights each night He paints these words
"My children, it's time to come home."
Thousands of years have passed
And if thousands more are to come
He'll still be leaving a light on
To bring back daughter and son
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
He walks across skies
His footprints leave colours behind
Slowly, steadily, peacefully
He's guiding the stars
The light have always followed Him
The stars are magnetic
He is called "Dazzling"
How could they resist?
They remember He named then
Every one knows where to go
Exactly where He placed them
If you let their light get in your eyes
The intimacy of divinity you'll never miss
He's the one from whom lights come
Crafter of the sun
With lights each night He paints these words
"My children, it's time to come home."
Thousands of years have passed
And if thousands more are to come
He'll still be leaving a light on
To bring back daughter and son
