Running faster ever far
chasing after the north star
as far as it goes east
as far as west but personally the north is best
running feet swifter than the fleeting night this bright star the only light the lake reflects a distant dream something fleeting sad to gleam
the map by which I follow is written up above charted in perfect precision
by the one I love the heavens are His canvas and the earth his pallet new
to paint the stars history within the eyes of you to watch in pure wonderment a child chase a star
I think that is His pleasure to see such innocence young and a heart not yet mature and yet having come so far
now when the north star I do not see I gaze up above
to see God painting upon the midnight skillfully including love so maybe when a weary traveler did stop who may have lost his way
there would be no despair in his heart for God has shone him the way
