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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