The Sky has countless stars, our eyes can see;
Yet, many more, telescopes can't discern;
And God calls every star by name sweetly;
To every man, He shows His love, concern.
And like a star, we ought to shine all life;
To prove the Maker's love for us is great;
Let us not waver despite any strife;
Each man decides his body's, mind's, soul's fate.
Effort decides the kind of achievement;
The grace of God is another factor;
Not all can be a living monument;
In earthly-life, we can't blunder or err.
0 help me Lord, to be a super-star,
That shines so brightly, although placed afar!
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