Twinkling Stars

Oh, the darker the night
The brighter the morning
I don't want to complain

like the Israelites

in the wilderness
The darker the night
The brighter the glory
But Dear Father

would you point out to me

your Twinkling Stars?

You've lead me out of Egypt and we're going to a better land
But in between the two of them is hot and burning sand
You've got me way out in the wilderness my throat is getting dry
I'm tired and sore and hungry and I know I'm gonna cry.

I know the story well, my Lord, and I'm willing to follow on
I'll hold your hand - I'll try so hard to even hold my tongue.
I'm sure that there are others who have gone through so much more
But please feel what I'm feeling cause I can't take any more.

When the night is at its' blackest then your dawn is emphasized
When your children follow through the night Your works are glorified

I know that you'll be proud of me if I can keep my trust in you.
But, Daddy, I need some twinkling stars - just a few would do.

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