A Chorus Just For Me
The sky looked down upon me one clear night.
As I walked a Kensington Street, losing the fight.
The moon and the stars came together to kiss.
It showed me the beautiful things I would miss.
The sky was hypnotic, like God had cast a spell.
It showed me hope, no matter how far I’d fell.
I walked the streets until I saw rise an eager sun.
It shone so bright, Gods work still wasn’t done.
Then I heard the birds sing, a chorus just for me.
The sky was never as blue as the one I could see.
God pulled out all of the stops, went out of his way.
I went home, knowing this would be a better day.