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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