BEYOND MY REACH

                  BEYOND MY REACH


 With my hand stretched to the sky I can not touch 
 The stars so high,

 Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.


 The wind, I can not grab hold, a bird in flight,


 A dream in the night, never a yesterday.


 Beyond my reach is not my dreams,


  It is not that which I pray for,


 The hand of God I can not touch, in my heart 
 I can surely take hold.

 It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow,


 Beyond my reach are many things,


 Beyond my reach is not everything.



               Keith Garrett 

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