Starry skies, pure of lies, Astounding creation A loud, quiet, patience Lonely, ponder Crowded monster Alone again, With no friends The people around I’m reminded again On the grass in the sky I see glimmers of shining light Who made the stars? That much I know. But how did He decide where they all go? He knows everything. Everything. Everything. Woah. He knows you. He knows me. I’ll say it again… He knows you. You. He knows. Know. He knows me. Kindred spirits, we all are. Kindred spirits, with the Father. Brother, sister we all are. We are all His sons and daughters. In the place we love the most In our soul, in our home He is present, the Holy Ghost Us He knows. Us He knows. The sun may be far But it’s a star. Just a bit farther And we’d be gone. Pretty interesting how it all works. It’s all perfect. You. Me. The sky. The Earth. Funny how our bodies were all made from dirt. From that they came, and there they’ll return. Just a quiet reflection, my own words. Made in honesty, though far from perfect. He made us all who we are. And the gift of His Son was the best by far.