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