Sometimes in the evening I gaze at the sky
I ponder the moon and the stars way up high
They sparkle and shine like a diamond-filled sea
But which little star shines for me?
All rivers give freely wherever they go
But rivers are only as free as they flow
If freedom and purpose are my destiny
Then what is the purpose of me?
The mountains recede in the darkness of night
But mornings reveal their glorious sight
If mornings bring glory and sunshine is free
Then why won't the sun shine on me?
I stood on a rock at the top of a hill
Where everyone stands with a way and a will
The answer I needed was mine suddenly
Jesus my Savior loves me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem